Sep 22, 2016 | Aging, Italian Sonnet, Love, Sonnet, The Work of Greater Minds, Winter
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning; but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply, And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain For...
Sep 12, 2016 | Erotic, Gus Stevens, Italian Sonnet, Love, Sonnet
The body delights in its own travail, both teased and tortured by a pulsing strain with claws of pleasure resembling pain. She prophesies but cannot pierce the veil; she approaches but cannot breach the pale. The end she sees and struggles to obtain with breathless...
Jun 6, 2016 | Italian Sonnet, The Work of Greater Minds, Victorian Sonnet
Thou hast made me, and shall thy work decay? Repair me now, for now mine end doth haste, I run to death, and death meets me as fast, And all my pleasures are like yesterday; I dare not move my dim eyes any way, Despair behind, and death before doth cast Such terror,...
Jun 5, 2016 | Italian Sonnet, Sonnet, Summer, The Work of Greater Minds
Green little vaulter in the sunny grass, Catching your heart up at the feel of June, Sole voice that’s heard amidst the lazy noon, When even the bees lag at the summoning brass; And you, warm little housekeeper, who class With those who think the candles come...
Jun 2, 2016 | Erotic, Italian Sonnet, Sonnet, The Work of Greater Minds
A sudden blow: the great wings beating still Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill, He holds her helpless breast upon his breast. How can those terrified vague fingers push The feathered glory from her loosening...
Oct 13, 2015 | Italian Sonnet, Sonnet, The Work of Greater Minds
In Egypt’s sandy silence, all alone, Stands a gigantic leg, which far off throws The only shadow that the desert knows:— “I am great OZYMANDIAS,” saith the stone, “The King of Kings; this mighty City shows ...