All English Sonnets
EYE OF THE HURRICANE
When mangled, bitten battered, bleeding raw
In life, I mellow down and lonely hide
And when some fearful doubts at vitals gnaw,
I check my pace with calculation. Bide
Some fitting moment from this self – exile
And wide commotion. Just to mollify
The curious queries of this world. The isle
Is in the eye of hurricane and I
Rebound with fury startle, dislocate
The plans of all foes. This overture
Has taken me to such high – ceilinged state,
I scoff at pain and win the day from her.
For when you want to fly and like a swan ,
Then if you think you can, you can, you can.