Friday, June 23, 2006

"In a shaded corner"     [sonnet]

How reticent am I to sing aloud
I'd rather whisper in a shaded corner
the pompous & the preening & the proud
presume no sitter but must be a mourner
while they who march heads lifted in parade
and wave perhaps the colors of a banner
and mention picnics in the kelly glade
or lollygag at beaches getting tanner
they know themselves to be in hot pursuit
of purposes engaging sharp & glad
from laden boughs they pluck the waiting fruit
while shunning slow & dank & dim & sad
  how quaint to glimpse in soil dark & moist
  the ancient glints of poetry unvoiced


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