Sonnet
END OF A BEGINNING
I wish I could have brought you in the spring;
But then, spring might not come this year, I said.
She answered, a thoughtless sound, and down the lane
We drove, trailed by my prophecy of dead
And dying love. Dully, the listless lake
Kept breaking, reflecting with sullen light
The heavy sky; and I knew, not for my sake,
Would the sun prophesy spring before night.
I stopped where the road turned under the oak,
And her warm-scented hair brushed my shoulder;
Spring came early just then, caught in my throat;
I reached from myself, only to hold her;
But carelessly she moved elsewhere; and then,
O Spring, the world's tears were raining again.
Sonnet by ethom
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Written on 2008-03-21 at 09:32
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End of a Beginning
END OF A BEGINNING
I wish I could have brought you in the spring;
But then, spring might not come this year, I said.
She answered, a thoughtless sound, and down the lane
We drove, trailed by my prophecy of dead
And dying love. Dully, the listless lake
Kept breaking, reflecting with sullen light
The heavy sky; and I knew, not for my sake,
Would the sun prophesy spring before night.
I stopped where the road turned under the oak,
And her warm-scented hair brushed my shoulder;
Spring came early just then, caught in my throat;
I reached from myself, only to hold her;
But carelessly she moved elsewhere; and then,
O Spring, the world's tears were raining again.
Sonnet by ethom
Read 578 times
Written on 2008-03-21 at 09:32
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