'Sonnet'
Sonnet 2:
Alas, thou crass insatiable woman!
O, know thee not the love that hast ensued
Of sorrowful delight? Thou wrong’st this man—
Imbuing his heart with passion a-new.
This gamboling stag of a spirit stands
On the threshold of thine heart’s glowing hearth,
Feeding the flame with lyrical laudation strands—
A flower chain composed of words and mirth.
Wherefore love? And from whence thy nectar sweet?
That leaves thy name alive in mine own heart,
And to my tongue still bares solemn repeat
Joy—but nay, thou leave-est my heart a-thwart
But when the light from thine eyes falls on me
My heart is met with hope and revelry.
(My second attempt at a sonnet. Sadly, "Feeding the flame with lyrical laudation strands" is 12 syllables. I also need help with my feet(stressed and unstressed syllables) )
4 Comments:
Yay! Thank you so much for posting this! I agree with Mr. Anderson when he said that you definitely have a mastering of the English language. Very beautifully written James :)
this is lovely, sir james - forgive my ignorance, i know not the correct way to write a sonnet, but if it is indeed as you say lacking in some way, i doubt even those more clever than i would see much wrong with it.
i do so miss our conversations. how are you?
Well done my good man! And don't beat yourself up for a sylable or two. It is a beautiful poem. (And this is saying something, as I do not enjoy most sonnets!)
so how is it that you don't think you write good poetry???
really, i love this so much. the imagery is beautiful and i love the way you chose your words. i do agree with you the meter is a bit off but really only in one or two places and like the other comments def. nothing to beat yourself up over. it's really a beautiful sonnet, james.
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