From thy rib, He made–
More natural and dare-say far more pleasing–
Perhaps too, life’s proper side.
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Whatever Thy Perfection Doth Require
I close my longing eyes; envisage thee;
Reflection manifesting not mine hands;
Imprisoned lightning, countenanced with fire;
Shot through, withal, mine every wish commands’.
Extremity, thy tapered waist’s degree;
Impossible perhaps, if not sublime;
And yet, sublime, thy perfect form–admire
This hourglass, although confoundeth time.
Nor could reflected shadowing foresee
Such helplessness within, as now I feel;
Restrained, regarding mine embraced desire
Ensnaring; captor, caught without appeal;
This weal of metaphor thy warder barred;
Imprisonment inspired such a guard.
This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:
Sonnet: A Key
I love thee so, my sweetest, do I close
Up my romantic soul, and lock away
Its delicate embrace of thee I chose.
And for your sake, my children, shall I hide
Away its key; that none should see its truth
While every day I brave this worldly sway.
And yet, for me, the romance of my youth
Is sore alive, in all that I provide;
As, for thy comfort, every tree I fell;
Until–my wish at last–shall come the day
When all are safe, and everything is well.
My calloused hands, mine axe, shall lay aside;
This key, my soul’s romantic door, display
To thee, and to our children, love and pride.
- For Lady Day
Inspired by
A word or two
Of hers.
Intro: Never Forget
Unnumbered, such remembrances of times,
I gave myself to petrify my heart;
Endeavouring this way; professing love.
Sonnet: More Luck
Canst not thou fascination herewith see;
With fascination whereunto I saw;
That once herewith so simple, and with awe,
That actually such as this might be?
Art thou, to look upon, as fine as she?
Canst thou, as fine a work of art–or draw
A thing–as this, unveiled, without flaw?
Doth it pale in comparison to thee?
And art thou one, of which were only two?
Or art thou one, if such were only three?
Hast thou, among so many, seen, as me,
Perfection, took to pen, to sculpt? Or drew,
For, such a thing is finer still; to be
So fine, that redefined a thing, as true.
Intro: Fortunate
While fascination, holding me aloft,
Contrived to make all people witness this
One miracle, its secrets introduce.
Sonnet: Lucky
How can it be that three such friends are blest
With symmetry sublime, doth fit with grace?
What joy, when maketh bonds, that do they see
Such lives so delicately interlace?
So beautifully sinful are they pressed
As each to one another, as they dance;
Yet faithful, and sublime felicity,
Doth somehow over all and each advance.
When first I saw them, to myself, professed
That they, with all my strength, would I protect;
And swore, to this, an oath of secrecy
An any, give me aid, must needs respect;
And thank Whate’er professéd deity
Who brought to light these blesséd, lucky, three.
David Emeron: Sonnets 