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Sonnet I: Thou Wilt
Wilt thou again experience this vain,
Delectable, self-referential ache–
This self-indulgence once again allow?
To thine shalt thou thy paradox awake
From sleep when hast thou found and felt this pain?
What timely melody, or importune,
Might interruption beg thee disavow?
But wake! Shout thy day! Though thy Words impugn
Themselves when once They leave thy lips; profane
Shall They be made by whips thou canst not quell;
The base shall scourge profane, an They endow
Them with thy Pearls, when swine, as swine, retell.
Though long remains the day thy Words to fade,
Sleep now, brief vigilance, not yet unmade.
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Intro 1: You Heard Me
I watched you grow strong
I reached out; with my right hand,
Felt your left shoulder.
I felt you touch me,
Take hold of my left shoulder.
I still feel you there.
I heard what you said,
And watched your words fly away.
I knew you heard me.
Now my words have gone,
Wrapped in the words of others,
But not completely.
Sonnet I: Empty
I wish, O poetess, had not thou gone,
‘Least in thy stead thy words so wish remained.
Where hast thou hence thy beauty borne away?
And whence hath run thy passion unconstrained?
For thee, in early morn I searched; the dawn
Had not yet broke, nor made the rain to slake;
But now, forever falling rain might stay,
And dawn, I fear, or joy, might never break.
To whence were hid thy words I goe anon,
Or thence wherein my heart thy words might tend.
So ever seek the light shall I of day;
Thy dawn to chase, this rain in hopes might end;
Await the dawn until return again
Thy words, and fondly beg thou wilt remain.
- To Lady Day,
With so fond regard
I scarce can say
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Intro 1: To Rhonda
Ever missed are friends
Whenever they have left us,
Emptiness remains.
If Spring, or Winter,
They, into our lives, have come;
Whether far away,
Very close at hand,
Or in person, never met,
We still will miss them.
So many have gone;
Some, so very long ago.
I wished their safety;
Drank to their success;
But keep, so very deeply,
My wish to see them.
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