#poetry #sonnet
Susanna's Song
Though once I thought myself the all-desired,
Now bloodless days do fill time's hourglass,
The silence echoes, dreams have not transpired,
As tortoise-slow the clockhands make their pass.
Susanna's Song
Though once I thought myself the all-desired,
Now bloodless days do fill time's hourglass,
The silence echoes, dreams have not transpired,
As tortoise-slow the clockhands make their pass.
Left to imagination's dark device
My thoughts through lightless tunnels wander lost,
Stray orphans of a mind made imprecise
By absence of Love's saving Pentecost.
My thoughts through lightless tunnels wander lost,
Stray orphans of a mind made imprecise
By absence of Love's saving Pentecost.
And failing that bright grace, what shall I own
But sunless days followed by truant sleep
Stolen by Jezebels unseen, unknown,
Leaving silence my company to keep.
But sunless days followed by truant sleep
Stolen by Jezebels unseen, unknown,
Leaving silence my company to keep.
But sing I shall to fill the empty days
And silence slay with melody's sweet praise.
© 2014 RC deWinter
An allusion to “Peter Quince at the Clavier”
by Wallace Stevens
Published in The Decadent Review, October 2022
And silence slay with melody's sweet praise.
© 2014 RC deWinter
An allusion to “Peter Quince at the Clavier”
by Wallace Stevens
Published in The Decadent Review, October 2022
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