This is an entire optic, entirely An Eye, sailing, on a sea of sunlight, To catch the Eternity that, Hourly, Drops like rain, from the heavenly birthright, All these ornaments, of an endless air, Clouds of corpse’d stars, newborn stars, galaxies, Fill the Temple, of the head, from the stair Of space, of such silentContinue reading “Sonnet V – A Lyric on The James Webb Space Telescope’s Regard”
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Sonnet III
In aspen woods there is a sacred space,
Which by the Bones I think the Crow had roost,
And there I took my craft: needle, thread, and lace,
And sewed Love’s idol. But not Cupid I’produced,
A Haltless Mind
I received a letter in the mail today from a Mr. William S. It seems he had heard of the predicament of Life I’d found myself in, and so sent me a Sonnet as consolation. Poetry often serves to calm what is a troubled soul of mine.