Wilt spend thou Nature’s battle unaware
And lend thy loveliness when thou agree
To legacy–or Heaven as thou dare?
This battle, free to lose; for the degree
That this abuse could bounteous appear;
To use this matchless contest; wouldst thou care
To give thy future someone to revere?
To live, what legacy wouldst thou prepare?
Thyself, as though alone reflected are;
No epigone–when fall thyself so near–
To traffic nature’s call? Deceive and scar
This battlement to leave to thy frontier!
In this way, bring thee over from afar,
And what might be thine image, to a star.
- David Emeron
This sonnet is part of a short, or
possibly at some point, very long
sequence; click here to read it all:
I think you should write a blog post about this one. If you hadn’t explained it to me, I don’t think I would have understood what it was about. I’d like to read the novel that this sonnet would be somewhere in the middle of. You may have outdone yourself in obscurity!
I should do so… About the entire series, Particularly the ones where I “go the extra mile,” as it were.
Thank you for bringing out the inner rhymes. It makes it easier for me to follow them.
I have been doing so on such poems when I find them… I believe it is a helpful practice. As well as marking or pointing out embedded forms.