07-27-2012, 01:23 AM
To Sonnet
You are the sun of shady ancient times.
And magic breath of future tender days.
Your silly arms are deft and bitter vines.
Your rosy hails are ripe and tiny grapes.
You are the candel - to begin the fire.
You are the moon – to bring somnambulism.
You need re fined and kindly hall – empire.
And nothing more excepting this your needs.
Put sweet pre-human hands on my dark-had -
My easy holiday and my austere Monday.
Are you ideal? Are you, maybe, bed?
It’s all not right. And, also, nobody.
You are the core the life of min’s. The plot,
Amazing angel – my Forge-me-not.
***
All isn’t important.
Sorrow has no floor.
Love is the autumn,
And nothing more.
Look at the streets,
Their trees, their fires,
The leaves like the sweets…
Love – is the theme from Shakespare …
What else do I need?
Maybe, happiness. Or…?
Love is a crazy life speed
And, of course, nothing more.
penguin, thanks for your attention. Firstly I admit 'deff' is wrong, originally 'deft'. What about 2nd poems point (I've changed the order, it's 'All isn’t important') there're sound of three different leafs across lanes or thinking of melancholy person interrupted by unexpected autumn. What about 1st I don't understand well why.
You are the sun of shady ancient times.
And magic breath of future tender days.
Your silly arms are deft and bitter vines.
Your rosy hails are ripe and tiny grapes.
You are the candel - to begin the fire.
You are the moon – to bring somnambulism.
You need re fined and kindly hall – empire.
And nothing more excepting this your needs.
Put sweet pre-human hands on my dark-had -
My easy holiday and my austere Monday.
Are you ideal? Are you, maybe, bed?
It’s all not right. And, also, nobody.
You are the core the life of min’s. The plot,
Amazing angel – my Forge-me-not.
***
All isn’t important.
Sorrow has no floor.
Love is the autumn,
And nothing more.
Look at the streets,
Their trees, their fires,
The leaves like the sweets…
Love – is the theme from Shakespare …
What else do I need?
Maybe, happiness. Or…?
Love is a crazy life speed
And, of course, nothing more.
penguin, thanks for your attention. Firstly I admit 'deff' is wrong, originally 'deft'. What about 2nd poems point (I've changed the order, it's 'All isn’t important') there're sound of three different leafs across lanes or thinking of melancholy person interrupted by unexpected autumn. What about 1st I don't understand well why.