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All English Sonnets


To my heart, my knowledge, message sends,
This message hurts, perplexes, tortures me.
“When we are listing world’s inconstancy,
The list is headed by the names of friends!”

Strangers have no power to create
The islands of privilege in our psyche,
They can not prick us deeply. Extenuate
A few minor irritations. If we like,

We cut them out of reckoning. Really, but
What pains us gravely gets under our skin,
And what amounts to the unkindest cut.
Is torment gifted by our kith and kin.

And to our hearts, the strangers, have no key;
Where love is deepest, hurt can deepest be.

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