Sunday Sonnet

XXVI 0 my companion, 0 my sister Sleep, The valley is all before us, bear me on. High through the heaven of evening, hardly gone, Beyond the harbour lights, beyond the steep, Beyond the land and its lost benison To where, majestic on the darkening deep, The night comes forward from Mount Aurion. 0 my … Continue reading Sunday Sonnet

Sunday Sonnett

XXV It freezes : all across a soundless sky The birds go home. The governing dark's begun. The steadfast dark that waits not for a sun ; The ultimate dark wherein the race shall die. Death with his evil finger to his lip Leers in at human windows, turning spy To learn the country where … Continue reading Sunday Sonnett

Sunday Sonnet

XXIV Hoah Time about the House betakes him slow Seeking an entry for his weariness. And in that dreadful company distress And the sad night with silent footsteps go. On my poor fire the brands are scarce aglow And in the woods without what memories press Where, waning in the trees from less to less … Continue reading Sunday Sonnet

Sunday Sonnett

November is that historied Emperor Conquered in age but foot to foot with fate Who from his refuge high has heard the roar Of squadrons in pursuit, and now, too late, Stirrups the storm and calls the winds to war, And arms the garrison of his last heirloom, And shakes the sky to its extremest … Continue reading Sunday Sonnett

Sunday Sonnet

Ironically, this is being published on Guy Fawkes' Day. Twenty one Almighty God, whose justice like a sun Shall coruscate along the floors of Heaven, Raising what's low, perfecting what's undone, Breaking the proud and making odd things even. The poor of Jesus Christ along the street In your rain sodden, in your snows unshod, … Continue reading Sunday Sonnet

Sunday Sonnet

Seventeen Because my faltering feet may fail to dare The first descendant of the steps of Hell Give me the Word in time that triumphs there. I too must pass into the misty hollow Where all our living laughter stops : and hark The tiny stuffless voices of the dark Have called me, called me, … Continue reading Sunday Sonnet

Sunday Sonnet

Twelve Beauty that Parent is to deathless Rhyme ' Was Manhood's maker : you shall bear a Son, Till Daughters linked adown admiring time Fulfil the mother, handing Beauty on. You shall by breeding make Life answer yet, In Time's despite, Time's jeer that men go void ; Your stamp of heaven shall be more … Continue reading Sunday Sonnet

Sunday Sonnet

Started this on Sunday, but life took over. Posting it Monday morning. Ten Shall any man for whose strong love another ' Has thrown away his wealth and name in one, Shall he turn mocker of a more than brother To slight his need when his adventure's done ? Or shall a breedless boy whose … Continue reading Sunday Sonnet

Sunday Sonnet on Monday.

Late for a good reason. Nine That which is one they shear and make it twain Who would Love's light and dark discriminate : His pleasure is one essence with his pain, Even his desire twin brother to his hate. With him the foiled attempt is half achieving ; And being mastered, to be armed … Continue reading Sunday Sonnet on Monday.

Sunday Sonnet.

Five Whatever moisture nourishes the Rose, The Rose of the World in laughter's garden-bed Where Souls of men on faith secure are fed And spirits immortal keep their pleasure-close. Whatever moisture nourishes the Rose, The burning Rose of the world, for me the same To-day for mc the spring without a name Content or Grace … Continue reading Sunday Sonnet.