A sonnet written as if George Gordon, Lord Byron had never experienced love's tumultuous peaks and valleys as a famed poet and instead had lived and died only as a lifelong bachelor English aristocrat...


George Gordon, Lord Byron's Unlikely Lament

I longed for a love pure like driven snow,
untouched and vestal in the spring years to come;
the years came, and were gone until my woe
over love now lost filled my present autumn.

Virgin, and never a princess have I met,
or rustic maid with whom to spend a night;
I dwelled in solitude with great regret,
for Eros and young love were not my right.

Still young and fresh, and naïve and innocent,
stained by concupiscence ever the least,
I cast'd aside my youth's indecent bent;
and lived my life as if I were a priest.

Now old and bootless, without lust's searing fire,
I've never pierced the tunnel of desire.




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Written on 2020-04-05 at 07:39

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Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
I like the way you put Byron in the poetic center and wrote a fictional account of his love life. I always adore the revisionist approach in literature. Nicely done!
2020-04-06