To be a bit more accurate, regarding poets in any case, a few such men have gone here before.
I believe, although I choose not to look for it now, I have offered up another post on this subject; as such, this is the continuation of that post; in that, this morning, Continue reading
My love has wings–slender, feathered things–
With grace in upswept curve and tapered tip,
My love would soar–swiftly to adore–
So twisting ever toward, and graceful skip.
So dances she–round and round to be–
Enrapt to bring us care, to bind us kept,
My love should know–you, my love, bestow–
Your Own, as did He dance and graceful stepped.
For now as wed… They–Our Love has said–
Would bear us swiftly hence as spectral ships;
So lovely They–So lighted, Their display–
That would illuminate our Earthly trips.
And lovely see–you and I–as We…
Take flight, as when I tasted first your lips.
Only natural,
That I should try this modern
Canopian form.
My Love hath wings–slender, feathered things–
With grace in upswept curve and tapered tip.
My Love doth soar–swiftly to adore–
So twisting ever toward, and graceful skip.
So danceth She–round and round to thee–
Enrapt to bring us care, to bind us kept.
My Love doth know–thou, my love, bestow–
Thine Own, as did He dance and graceful stept.
For now as wed… They–Our Love hath said–
Would bear us hence anon as spectral ships;
So lovely They–so lighted, Their display–
T’would ere illuminate our Earthly trips.
And lovely, we–Love and I, and thee–
Take flight, as once I tasted first thy lips.
My Love, I know–Whither I may goe–
That wouldst thou ever shine to mee, my guide;
My Sweet, I knew–through the stars I flew–
Though travel worn, thou pull’st me to thy side.
Past Heaven, whirl–O, my darling girl–
Whilst wait thou ever patiently for mee;
So long away–nearer by the day–
Impatient, do I count my nights to thee.
An thou art late–gratefully I wait–
And drink this sweet Xerex to soothe my fear;
Yet Love, I thrill–but, for thee, be still–
For quiet shall we cry to quell each year;
For this return–ever did I yearn–
An never leave thy side again, my dear.
This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:
I think I may feel
a string of Canopian
sonnets coming on;
or not…
David Emeron: Sonnets 