A Medean SonnetA Poem by Dietrich von CroweFormat of a holy sonnet.
The tragedy of a pounding heart,
Wretched by a human will
Rages unrelenting, never still, Wrought in the name of art!
O mind of reason you do impart
Such sound intentions, until
A hole is left out of hollow chill
And icy hope falls apart.
O heart of passion you do incite
Such a scorching drive
To preserve what has remained alive
Through the burning heat of light.
And when all is lost to recognition,
What remains is apparition...
© 2009 Dietrich von Crowe |
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