CanadianKid
03-13-2012, 03:18 AM
Hello all!
This is my first post on LitNet, but I have been stalking these forums for years. Lately I have wrote a couple sonnets to a girl I have recently become captive to, I thought I would share! And please, be critical!
Of course, these are for the fun and the gesture of poetry, and are really quite personal. So if they are not intelligible to you all, I understand. I make no claim to great ability. Cheers :cheers2:.
I
O, Muse! thy bosom moves my pen tonight,
And sets my soul afire with fierce desire.
For when I look upon thy slender height,
It is Nature herself I do admire.
For were thou not in Nature’s image made?
The peaks and vales of Western shore do dwell
In the curve of thy breast, a mountain’s shade,
Thy waist, a sea, where the waves roll and swell.
And yet it was only seven nights hence
When first we kissed by the moonlit harbour,
And so enchanting as you are I’ve fenced
My heart out of fear and pain encumbered.
But know that every moment with you drives
Away theses doubts, for with you I feel alive.
(10th March, 2012)
III
Dear Beauty, lay so still that I can touch
Thy frame with more than my hand’s tracing tease;
But with more penetrating thought to clutch
The secrets that thy body tells. For these,
The two twin peaks of thy immortal frame
Are Mountains bridged by blood and learning’s light.
See Whistler’s slope, the white inviting flame,
See Tuscan peak, austere, yet always bright.
For Thou were made beneath the New World sky;
And yet, the books and blood of Europe stew
Within thy heart. Does Dante’s rhyme not fly
Upon thy breast, to tie Old World to New?
Such are the thoughts I pass when I with thee
Do lay and trace, by hand, thy frame ‘til three.
(9th March, 2012)
This is my first post on LitNet, but I have been stalking these forums for years. Lately I have wrote a couple sonnets to a girl I have recently become captive to, I thought I would share! And please, be critical!
Of course, these are for the fun and the gesture of poetry, and are really quite personal. So if they are not intelligible to you all, I understand. I make no claim to great ability. Cheers :cheers2:.
I
O, Muse! thy bosom moves my pen tonight,
And sets my soul afire with fierce desire.
For when I look upon thy slender height,
It is Nature herself I do admire.
For were thou not in Nature’s image made?
The peaks and vales of Western shore do dwell
In the curve of thy breast, a mountain’s shade,
Thy waist, a sea, where the waves roll and swell.
And yet it was only seven nights hence
When first we kissed by the moonlit harbour,
And so enchanting as you are I’ve fenced
My heart out of fear and pain encumbered.
But know that every moment with you drives
Away theses doubts, for with you I feel alive.
(10th March, 2012)
III
Dear Beauty, lay so still that I can touch
Thy frame with more than my hand’s tracing tease;
But with more penetrating thought to clutch
The secrets that thy body tells. For these,
The two twin peaks of thy immortal frame
Are Mountains bridged by blood and learning’s light.
See Whistler’s slope, the white inviting flame,
See Tuscan peak, austere, yet always bright.
For Thou were made beneath the New World sky;
And yet, the books and blood of Europe stew
Within thy heart. Does Dante’s rhyme not fly
Upon thy breast, to tie Old World to New?
Such are the thoughts I pass when I with thee
Do lay and trace, by hand, thy frame ‘til three.
(9th March, 2012)