Also, today’s sonnet has named itself…

…as I found out this morning.   I had forgotten to give its default title of “Sonnet” and so I noticed.  “Oh my there is a post called ‘1914.”  I don’t recall making that one!  I wonder what it is?!?!?!?”

So I decided that since it named itself, I’d honor its choice of name.  So…   “Sonnet: 1914” it is!!!

I think now, that I would like it very much if my sweetheart were to suggest names for some of these unnamed sonnets that I might add in.  And perhaps I’ll ask some of you to suggest some?  That might be fun!

I have long thought that something happened to art–not just poetry, but all art–somewhere between the late 1890s to 1920. Continue reading

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Sonnet: Busy

Can I look, can I listen, can I speak?
Can I stop, can I walk, or can I run?
Can I fetch, can I put, or am I done?
Can I drop, can I gather, may I seek?

Will I lead, will I later, will I sneak?
Will I first, will I last, or will I shun?
Will I few, will I lots, or have I none?
Will I feed, will I wallow, am I bleak?

Must I find, must I forfeit, must I do?
Must I know, must I guess, or must I now?
Must I brave, must I cower, should I bow?
Must I glow, must I grimace, am I blue?

If I may, am I dower, did I stray?
Can I pray, for more hours, in the day?

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