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.