Mar 2019
Mmm?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCCXVIII)
Pink gathers on the East and subtly thence
Creeps westward as I watch the orange light's tail
With lo, fir shadows drawn up, til it fail
As robins call for silence, scolding hence
Most vigrously, whilst hark! now in a sense
How sparrows buck at that, to in betrayl
'Non settle; doves yet coo; and winds exhale
So softly as calm sifts oer all fr'intents.
Dogs bark 'non from a distance, people too
Talk, as I strain to hear the dove in tour,
Whilst traffic rushes on its way and blue
Skies yield to gathring darkness. I strain fer
That voice, to feel the chill nip at me, poor
As nary sweater--to go in 'non too.
26Mar19d
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCCXVIII)
Pink gathers on the East and subtly thence
Creeps westward as I watch the orange light's tail
With lo, fir shadows drawn up, til it fail
As robins call for silence, scolding hence
Most vigrously, whilst hark! now in a sense
How sparrows buck at that, to in betrayl
'Non settle; doves yet coo; and winds exhale
So softly as calm sifts oer all fr'intents.
Dogs bark 'non from a distance, people too
Talk, as I strain to hear the dove in tour,
Whilst traffic rushes on its way and blue
Skies yield to gathring darkness. I strain fer
That voice, to feel the chill nip at me, poor
As nary sweater--to go in 'non too.
26Mar19d
The first half (of a Petrarcan stanza) was written out on the back stoop, the second too many hours later, until I wrestle with hating the stanza whilst not seeing clearly how to rectify it, nor in truth intending to ever do so.
