All is done
And all is finally here
That none may leave his fate
When fate would take such form.
Category Archives: Sonnets with Introductions
Sonnet VIII: Hope
For one, who sometimes wished or feared to die
Unknown; for one, who grieved or sought to leave
Alone; for one, who would not say goodbye;
Whose mercy then would mercilessly try;
For what shall mercy take ’til mercy’s gone
Awry; for what deceiving took to grieve
To cry; for whom, should hope be ‘stowed upon
Whose ardour then would ardent live anon;
And who, in ardour’s happiness had felled
His fate; and who, naive, could earn reprieve
As late; and who, in clarity was held
As sanctified as sanctity dispelled:
Who held enthral, and mercied to deceive;
Who grieved to call his folly or his fall.
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Intro 8: Is It True
Does Hope
So very often
Look like
Despair?
Sonnet VII: Despair
Beyond too joyous hope to hope to fall
From grace, beyond the reach Thy creeping call
Would trace, beyond the eve that would deceive
Our life and love to misery’s enthral:
Away, we run and hide from Thy dispelled
Enchant, a way to slip away Thy held
Incant, away! ’til we’ve some scant reprieve
Some innocence of that our lives were felled.
Depart our path! so might we live anon
Past night; depart! or join us now upon
Our flight; for we perceive that Thou wouldst grieve
Would we depart without Thee, and were gone.
But still… our love would try… to still goodbye,
To stay our leave… and hesitate to die.
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Intro 7: Stay
I cannot bear the solitude
That both of us
Would leave
Behind
Sonnet VI: Aftermath
What did I gain; what medal did I earn
That showed I gave–and nothing but my best–
When what would die in battle was a dream,
Such dreams as fade away when once confessed?
What did I profit; what was left to learn
When fighting for a dream had left me vexed
And reeling from this death in the extreme
Rapidity of my defence? What next
Would fade; when hence, what of my heart’s concern
Forbade continuance; what prayer could
I speak, or beg, or wrest of my esteem?
And who would answer me when next I stood?
Yet I return to war–still feinting, deft–
This battle to redeem, with nothing left.
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Intro 6: Redemption
What do I redeem
When no objective is made
With nothing at stake?
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