Aug 11, 2014 | Italian Sonnet, Sonnet, The Work of Greater Minds
I wish I could remember that first day, First hour, first moment of your meeting me, If bright or dim the season, it might be Summer or Winter for aught I can say; So unrecorded did it slip away,...
Aug 3, 2014 | Commissioned, Gus Stevens, Moss Kingdom, Picture Challenge, Sonnet, Victorian Sonnet
Grasping blindly through the barnacled slab he hunts eyeless for his armored prey. He cracks the clam and ignores the infant crab who traipses by but is no threat today. Perhaps he will hide in the deep again before the great ‘Out There’ supplies fresh...
Jul 4, 2014 | Italian Sonnet, Sonnet, The Work of Greater Minds
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows...
Jun 15, 2014 | Gus Stevens, Italian Sonnet, Seasons, Sonnet, Spring
Walking one spring morning I weighed the cherry blossoms all brimming with new, full with such impossible hues that every petal, every blade, was like a schoolgirl at her promenade adorned for but an hour or two in reds or purples, pinks and blues before it’s...
Jun 7, 2014 | Sonnet, The Work of Greater Minds, Victorian Sonnet
Batter my heart, three-person’d God, for you As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise and stand, o’erthrow me, and bend Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new. I, like an usurp’d town to another due, Labor to...
Apr 20, 2014 | Sonnet, The Work of Greater Minds, Victorian Sonnet
Now, in a breath, we’ll burst those gates of gold, And ransack heaven before our moment fails. Now, in a breath, before we, too, grow old, We’ll mount and sing and spread immortal sails. It is not time that makes...
