All English Sonnets
Such countless subterfuges does heart endure,
Such senseless barbs, such thrusting, hurting jibes
That burn and bludgeon, parry every cure
Through helpless, helpless, hopeless it survives.
My heart then enters such wild ecstasy,
It hallucinates and rules the roost like gods
Enslaves the mind; encourages it to see
All hidden meanings, Comprehending nods
At flustered hurried act, the furrowed brow,
Unmanageable harems, the harried kings
Of feelings, burn the heart, but do you know ,
From smoldering hearts, immortal poesy springs?
Then do not tarry, do not make excuse;
Let burning heart, by burning serve the Muse.