Friday, February 3, 2017


                    The sonnet is a symbol of composure
                    That sings its little song with rhythmic zest,
                    Concluding with a graceful couplet’s closure
                    That brings its argument to its arrest:
                    For fourteen lines it will elaborate
                    The matter of its argument or query
                     Or sometimes merely pose and contemplate
                     An idle speculation or a theory,
                     But mostly, from its start, the subject of
                     Most sonnets, from the Renaissance till now,
                    Is to express the longing of the poet’s love
                    Then end his proclamation with a bow
                         In trepidation that his fond appeal
                         Will provoke passion that a kiss shall seal.