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November 09 Edna St. Vincent MillaySonnet xxix
Pity me not because the light of day
At close of day no longer walks the sky;
Pity me not for beauties passed away
From field and thicket as the year goes by;
Pity me not the waning of the moon,
Nor that the ebbing tide goes out to sea,
Nor that a man's desire is hushed so soon,
And you no longer look with love on me.
This I have known always: Love is no more
Than the wide blossom which the wind assails,
Than the great tide that treads the shifting shore,
Strewing fresh wreckage gathered in the gales;
Pity me that the heart is slow to learn
What the swift mind beholds at every turn.
Sonnets are devilishly difficult to write, so many rules and rhymes, all according to strict formula. I've tried a few times and fell flat on my ass. Anyone who is a confirmed sonnet eater will discover St. V eventually. She wrote dozens. This is one of them - just for a taste. A free sample from the drive-through. You want fries to go with it? The coffee is good this morning, too
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added later: I don't know why this is appropriate right here, right now. Somehow it is. This speaks to anybody who has tried and failed. It's from the new testament, St. John, Ch. 15, a Jesus quote: "You did not choose me but I have chosen you... you have been with me from the beginning." |
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