Tag: sonnet
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To An Iris: A Sonnet.
Quanto minus spei est tanto magis amo. Terence (Eunuchus, I. 1053) Iris, your vague quality draws me near,Thus, Scrutiny calls from the sun-kissed patchAnd finds in you, at least at last, what’s dear,Which, though armed with blades of sight, fails the catch.Iris, none are surprised that your allureHeld me taut, and with mechanical grasp.Suppose then…
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In Transit
The easterly winds at the break of dawnBring adrift the dune sediments, ashes,And the divine aspirations.All thrown,Into the glory of the morn. Flashes Of mortality,Glance then lance at dusk.The leaves wither, the dripping felines stray.The jaw, heavy with fatigue, fills with husk,Of insect shells and the dry seeds of May. Life in transit,The fleshly exchanges,Of…
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A rope
The walls of the world are boxing us in.The jagged path slopes upward. Walking ceased.Rain violates dryness: Nothing to winFrom trouble but more pain and letters creased. Rejoice, rejoice! For the kingdom is near.And count your blessings, and ask now for grace.Stoa’s brave stolid men warned us of fear.And Son of Man, alive, rose and…
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The Slow Erosion of Innocence
A man dreams under the Winter shower:Cold dreams, dreams unravelling at the seams,But lucid.Crisp.Joyous…Yet still sourThe night, and smother gentle Wintry dreams. What troubles man but those slung arrows?Those, from within pierce out. What is Justice?What is man, what is a dream?What far rowsOf volumes, leather-bound, you read, Faustus? Immersed was he in the Categories.Has…
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Homo Deciduus.
The sun, the sun, the fields ablaze with light,Whilst soft darkness abound in human hearts.Helios above, begged, with ’verted sight,Clothe your hearts, Those ashamèd darker parts. Wide awake, the moon:The moon, down below,Reads the scrolls of the scribes and pharisees,Hypocrites! ‘Can words flow and hands forgo?’Fast asleep in sin, when sins flow in seas. Absence…
Derbeel Q8 