My soul has been brimming with Poetry: reading, writing, even basking in her glorious form and beauty. She whispers words of love, yet strikes with poignant truths. My breath slips away, my heart pounds, and my blood races as I delve into this genre.
Batter my heart, three-person’d God ; for you
As yet but knock ; breathe, shine, and seek to mend ;
That I may rise, and stand, o’erthrow me, and bend
Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I, like an usurp’d town, to another due,
Labour to admit you, but O, to no end.
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captived, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain,
But am betroth’d unto your enemy ;
Divorce me, untie, or break that knot again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
I’m considering writing a paper on this poem, so I will refrain from explaining my thoughts and ideas about it now; however, it is one of the most beautiful and powerful poems I have read recently.
The other poem I’m going to share is an original. It is still a work in progress, but I figure it cannot hurt to get opinions (all critiques are more than welcome…feel free to comment and tell me what you think of it, even if you think it is horrible). It is also a sonnet; however, this is in the Shakespearean form as opposed to the Petrarch form.
“Embrace my hand, I’ll not abandon thee.
Towards heaven glance,” this tender sprite implores.
“Come, follow me to edge of woodland, see,
You’ll drink my medleys of forgotten scores.
You cannot hear the heaven’s silent song,
Though perfect harmonies o’er fill this air,
Thy fallen ears still opened but to wrong,
So feast your eyes while yet you can but stare.
Now, look down, deep into the wooded calm,
See twinkling lights of fairies in disguise
As fireflies; they too make praise and psalm,
This symphony played but for mortal eyes.”
No man has heard this perfect tune to end.
Such beauty only glimpsed, ne’er to be penned.
This is actually (hopefully) going to be a series of sonnets. I have had the idea for over a year now, but have not been able to get it down on paper. Here is a start. I hope you enjoy it, and again: constructive criticism is ALWAYS welcome.