Friday, June 28, 2013

A Sonnet To My Belovéd (The First Of Many)

That My Other Work M ay Be 
By My Belovéd 

a sonnet 
by a female Faust

Aß difficult to be who I would be,
Belovéd, iß like unto compoßing ßonnet fit
in meta from, aß well aß forfor thee;
( though, an thou ßeest, thiß be writ).

For when reigning in the myriadß reßplendent
Ideaß begotten by thy wit upon my thought
I find them all collapßéd, lame, dependent
And quite unqualified to function aß they ought.

Myßelf I do conßider thiß brave compliment
though eaßily it ßeemeth the reverße
for though thiß sure redoundeth to my detriment
I alßo know that no attempt at all iß worße

...So... have I therefore worked about aß hard upon it,
aß have I yet on any -- finißhed --  ßonnet

Thursday, June 20, 2013

A Sonnet by a Faust to Some One Newly Met

To Timon Docent
a sonnet
by a female faust

You are as like a corpse – a soulless Thynge withal – 
as daff-down-dillies delicate despairing Desolation do describe; 
More alike the Wit whereby you'd audience enthrall: 
It stronger Spirit sure than what we'd eagerly imbibe.

O let these Words be brave!  If by mischance you came 
to Shakespeare's Misanthrope your then unhappy Self compare 
would i could convince you of how unbeffitting lame 
and thus how rendered doubly the ad hominem unfair.

(but first must i make mention of a loue yet unconfessd 
i sometime bear the Misanthrope for that one trait alone 
not that i would feel the pain to which it doth attest 
no nor ever to another such a show of force condone) in hopes the Docent doubts not his Desiderata 
as foolish surely as if the Student heeded not her Lysistrata.