Readeth not these lines; they are not, young girl,
For thee. They are, to souls like thine, forbidden,
Though they may betray what hast thou hidden
In thine heart, these words should not unfurl
Thy feelings. Thou hast cast thy lot to hurl
Them, stealing–strong or even weak, amid
The squealing swine to be forever hid–
From thine own soul, unknowing, every pearl.
Readeth, thou must not, these lines; they do not
Describe what hast thou chosen. Even now,
Thine heart is frozen. Thou hast cast thy lot
Not winning life, but dreary death; for thou
Hast chosen strife, bereft of song and verse;
And all thy long tomorrows are a curse.
This sonnet is part of a short sequence: click here to read it all:
I greet you, beloved, from atop my white horse.
You do understand.
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I think I shall begin periodically featuring some of the older of these here. This next deals with expectations. If you plan a “white horse” wedding… Do you ride such a carriage to a “white horse” life? What is necessary for such a life? Wealth? Horses perhaps? Or merely two romantic souls determined to live a romantic life?
High ideals and perseverance. A life-long fight with one’s better self dedicated to weeding out one’s baser inclinations and fostering self control. Knowledge of what hard work goes into the appearance of ease and comfort…and yes…horses. Perhaps, marrying your clone would help them, dearest.
Oh, I have a loooong way to go, my darling!
speaking of clones…..
Really this has always intrigued me. Although I do realise that some find it a strange notion.
He would be no more than an Identical twin but younger. I am sure I would not be able to spare him much misery, although, in medical matters, perhaps so. And that, would make quite a difference in his life, i should think.
But this was not truly your point, I know.
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They are merely cautionary. This series presents various aspects of this cautioning.
It is a good series. I always enjoy your poetry. Not a writer of sonnets myself (much more eclectic in style), but there is great beauty in this particular form and your content never fails to move.
Thank you. I should also like to here state that having my Dear Mrs. Emeron’s stunning and stunningly maintained innocence as an example is such an inspiration as to make the writing of such a sequence nearly effortless.
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