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Sonnet II: The Most Important Thing

Posted by David Emeron on

That art thou most of consequence to me–
Thy tender age doth all to me pertain–
What may I tell, that wouldst thou not foresee;
And warn of that from which thou shouldst abstain?

Fear not, shouldst thou, pursuit of all thine aims;
For rest shalt thou enough to persevere.
Nor fear the end of that which life proclaims;
For shalt thou cease, one day, to live in fear.

And never, thy demeanour, show as meek;
For this thine own frustration will prolong.
Nor fail to strive, believing thou art weak;
For shall, one day, travail make thee strong.

And know, thou shouldst, one truth, all else above:
With all thy strength, pursue thy dearest love.

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Sonnet: Dust

Posted by David Emeron on

When all my time on God’s green earth is done,
This unrelenting march shall make me whole.
For dust is but the only worthy goal
For which all mortal men may strive as one.

What Death, what vast poetic end may come
To Thy reluctant servant? Death from gold?
Or from a love as fervent and as old
As Death from flesh, from opium, or rum?

O God Almighty give me pristine dust
That pray, I may obtain my perfect form.
Thy worn, reluctant, sword desires to rust,
And thence return to nature safe and warm.

And though I know that this can never be;
I dream a mortal’s immortality.

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Sonnet III: Footsteps

Posted by David Emeron on

So glorious thou walked upon this path;
For once I knew when saw thy footsteps there;
When followed each, so taken me it hath
To far beyond such lands within my care.

What mysteries upon this land I see;
So curious thy fruit as here doth grow;
That first appeareth, here beneath some tree,
To change when I extend my hand to know.

So shall I follow once to see such things;
And yet again to see how these are grown;
And even more to see what harvest brings;
And stay to learn this bounty of my own.

When even as I reap what thou hast taught;
Yet still I study close what thou hast wrought.

  • Reading Lady Day
    To study her metaphors;
    Here are some I learned.

This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:

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