Shall not be love that
Doth wherewith I now sustain?
And this, forever.
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Intro 10: I Do Believe
i think i enjoy writing this series more than most
more than the subject’s piquancy
i can’t get enough
of viewing
humans
as
art
without
romantic
considerations
beyond friendship and aesthetics
these two things mixed in a curiously potent way
Sonnet III: Secret
For this thou speak, though doubtful would suppose,
Nor hesitate obliquely to confess.
Regarding friendship still, thou might obsess
Beyond all compass; thrill-swept, as the throes
Wherewith to cloy thyself so rapt, express
Thine own determined joy. But not oppose
Desire desire‘s object might impose.
Conspired and familiar, this excess:
Unnamed delight, and wicked to implore,
This: framed–as though for art, or to explore,
Or greater havoc know–it would appear
Unleashed, a glow one nary could ignore
In life’s brief curtain: coy, intent, sincere
Thou wouldst covert revere; but not adore.
This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:
Intro 3: A call to cross the stars
Intro: When I Write About Love
I’d write about love
I could write all day and night
The words would pour out
But I think it would
because of my own true love
be all too easy
I think I could write
Thrice as I have written once
Time would almost stop
Sonnet: Mercy’s Prise
D—– dear, you’re lucky to be dead!
To have escaped the parody you name,
Is Mercy’s gracious gift; and yet you came
Back, so ungrateful for her gift, instead
Of resting–came to save these two, misled,
And taught us much, as much you did disclaim,
Of worth and duty, honour, deed, and shame.
Thus in death, you lessons bled as said:
“You must surely love, if love you must:
And loving still, through irony or kind,
Uplifting thoughts, you would, inspired above
All evil, rise.” If ever I could find
The prise of justice now, I’d not so mind
That you are gone–that left us more, our Love.
- By: David Emeron
Written in 1984
((and George Orwell
was nowhere to be found))
Intro: Anachronicon
Once I wished you knew
Then I feared that never would you know
Never would you see
Once I knew that you knew
Then I realised that you had always known
Always did you see
This is why you smiled
And we always saw you smiling
Smiled when we saw you
Smiled when you saw us.
Always had your smile told us
That you knew.
Then you were gone
And instead of crying, we laughed.
Because you had known.
And then…
David Emeron: Sonnets 