My Italian Sonnet:
If He, Then We
I have seen children playing in the sun
But never have I seen such eyes as these!
The widest, deepest chasms watch the breeze
As if he knows the secret soul of fun.
I have no doubt I’m not the only one;
A piano after all has many keys,
With which to play the songs of all the seas.
How deeply does our striking likeness run?
I look at him and see myself look back,
I feel the strange and silent family bond
His eyes, so wild, so tame, so bright, so black—
He grins at me and my lips will respond
He sees me wonder, if a chimpanzee
Can know the truth of life, then why can’t we?
My Pantoum:
Broken Clock
The clock in the hall is broken, the second hand stuck
Waiting reminds me of sleeping; the time doesn’t pass
And every day I wait to try my luck
The postman always drives by and I watch him through the glass
Waiting reminds me of sleeping; the time doesn’t pass
I live in the limbo hours between midnight and morning
The postman always drives by and I watch him through the glass
The wheels of his van always screech out a warning
I live in the limbo hours between midnight and morning
The postman comes everyday at noon
The wheels of his van always screech out a warning
I’ve been waiting to learn of your fate since June
The postman comes everyday at noon
And every day I wait to try my luck
I’ve been waiting to learn of your fate since June
The clock in the hall is broken, the second hand stuck
If He, Then We
I have seen children playing in the sun
But never have I seen such eyes as these!
The widest, deepest chasms watch the breeze
As if he knows the secret soul of fun.
I have no doubt I’m not the only one;
A piano after all has many keys,
With which to play the songs of all the seas.
How deeply does our striking likeness run?
I look at him and see myself look back,
I feel the strange and silent family bond
His eyes, so wild, so tame, so bright, so black—
He grins at me and my lips will respond
He sees me wonder, if a chimpanzee
Can know the truth of life, then why can’t we?
My Pantoum:
Broken Clock
The clock in the hall is broken, the second hand stuck
Waiting reminds me of sleeping; the time doesn’t pass
And every day I wait to try my luck
The postman always drives by and I watch him through the glass
Waiting reminds me of sleeping; the time doesn’t pass
I live in the limbo hours between midnight and morning
The postman always drives by and I watch him through the glass
The wheels of his van always screech out a warning
I live in the limbo hours between midnight and morning
The postman comes everyday at noon
The wheels of his van always screech out a warning
I’ve been waiting to learn of your fate since June
The postman comes everyday at noon
And every day I wait to try my luck
I’ve been waiting to learn of your fate since June
The clock in the hall is broken, the second hand stuck
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