I lid mine eyes, yet not in sleep, but wake;
Not hid to prize the darkness, nor to see;
Nor magnify some other sense; nor be
Bereft of beauty; nor once more forsake
The heft of duty, as a way to break
The thrall of such cacophonous debris.
Nor shall so thin a veil set me free
From youthful ties, nor hail its mistake,
Nor truth, nor lies, but merely grant repose;
Which waking purpose, clearly, I’m inclined
To take, whenever I may know such throws
Of agony or bliss. And when I find
Such irony as this, I then expose
Myself, to all the wealth, in all my mind.
This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:
I enjoyed the pace and the feel of the wording in this from the beginning but have of late begun to break it down to try understanding the motif better. You make it much easier by the punctuation you use, thank you. At this point I can say that I am quite fond of the piece. It is truly lovely on all levels, my dear! The semicolon after the word “repose” was really the key for me.
I know exactly which little smile you had on your face when you were constructing that line. I believe it is one of the interesting traits you bring to your poetry ~ that you have never turned away from that which others turn away from. We mere mortals tend to edit our memories just a bit to make them a smidgen easier to live with…to preserve the consistency we need for sanity’s sake. Having known you for a lifetime I’ve always been fascinated by how you can look inward and accept all folly and fortune as it comes. I’ve always believed it is part of what makes you such an interesting artist.
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