Creation – a Sonnenizio*
(After
D.H. Lawrence, “Piano”)
Softly
in the dusk, a woman is singing to
me;
Her song
is the dappled flavor of sangria
Pressing – pressed
–
Into
a singed bowl.
Sing
and cry, O, my companions!
Sing,
“O, Bless us with a blessing!”
Cry,
“We have come to hear the world unsung!”
Sing
the sensual crossing –
Singers!
Name
the missing
and the dead!
Sing
the world into being!
Sing
these readers read! Yet
Pressing
shapes us – shaped by terror
Love,
or some quite singularly dusty error.
LFM
*14
lines. First line borrowed from another’s
sonnet. One word from the first line
repeated in each following line. Last 2
lines rhyme.
I love it Lowell, thanks!
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading, Russell!
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