Month: May 2020

Sonnet 354

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Behold, you rise again from out grim air
While yet it seems that you did never leave—
Absconding to a place, I know not where,
And now returned—my heart once more to reave.
I am bled dry by prior scores so deep;
My precious love spilled wide upon the ground
To mingle with fierce tears no eyes could keep
Full-brimmed in grief, that spilled and tumbled down.
What could you fairly say to mend that day
Or heal the wounds that rend my tortured breast?
What words or actions could here so defray
The deepest wounds no soul may yet forget?
Perhaps you’ve come to relish in my pain
And by so doing, live your joys again.

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Sonnet 353

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Sylvia, Sylvia fair, combing down
That twilight hair, in scented silence there—
No sound; yet in reflective glass is found
In praise beyond compare; no face as fair.
No eyes as bright where with their fetching sight
Do rob with zeal, those precious souls they steal,
And hold in grasp so tight, no man can fight
Lest heart be torn by pains he dreads to feel;
Nor should he ask that you his soul unclasp
For no one deigns to ever be set free
From peerless ecstasy—to breathe his last
And drown stone lonely in that plumbless sea.
How many in your boudoir met their end,
By rapture or rank sorrow to contend?

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Sonnet 352

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Once I was a surgeon, yes, long ago….
In hallowed halls sought mysteries of life,
Studied the sacred places where blood flows
And too, the art of hands that draw the knife.
I learned that I could not cure every ill,
For, like the devil, many forms it takes—
There oft the finest craft could only still…
For who prevails where love of God forsakes?
A gilded knight, I was still proud to serve
And worthy tasks are not without reward;
From that stern solemn oath I did not swerve
As many tribulations I did thwart.
No greater calling than a life to save;
No greater burden than that snake-bound stave.

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Sonnet 351

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As years advance upon mortal age
How do I wish that now my glass would lie;
Still I do feel a youth upon life’s stage—
Though silver in my beard such truth may try;
The body weathers swifter than the mind
Though few upon their youthful style shall dwell,
And through their children, live a second time;
In second joys where aged hearts may swell.
The time is long and yet the life is short,
One day a child, the next a grey-haired man;
The second riddle in the Sphinx’s court
Where one begets the next in endless span.
I search the mirror and find my father’s face—
Time-worn, he smiles—no shame upon his face.

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