Thursday Sonnet: Becoming Spring (II)
By john_silver
Thu, 15 Jan 2009
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And now my mind’s a bas-relief in Rome,
Her maps reflect my own, my stories are
Her smaller bible. In my cornerstone
And arch now you are shining like a star;
But though you’re firm in the solarity
That draws my city’s skies, I still don’t know
Your reasons. For you’re not the clarity
Of summer, nor the mercy of the snow,
Nor yet the tender radiance autumn chants
In waves of light from puddles still as lakes,
On post-October streets where sunlight slants:
These things are what is made, and not what makes;
While you are the foundation myth of spring
Whose vapours lost in whispering I sing.
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Really like it. Written with
Permalink Submitted by Geoff Smith on
Really like it. Written with skill, thought and craft. This one is easier for me to relate to than your more recent Tuesday offering.
I get the closing couplet and I think that it is skillfully written too. I do think that it falls just a little (and I do mean just a little) flat. Sometimes sonnets just kind of go that way.
Good stuff!
Thanks for reading. I am grateful for your time.
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