these are quite great. I loved reading these as much as I've loved reading any great sonnet, for its sounds more than anything else, and the way the sounds/rhymes lend the events & descriptions a great (often spooky) elegance KS On 14/10/2007, Jon Corelis <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > Sonnet on a theme of Villon > > I die of thirst beside the fountainhead, > and am least seen where most I am displayed. > Shadows are my substance. I am paid > in ghostly coin to counterfeit the dead. > Under a sagging sky, my dreams are fed > on winds blown far from lands where time has ceased, > in which alone still lives a present, pieced > together from the leavings of instead. > Where most my strength is needed, force has fled, > and those I've aided offer me no aid, > and wanting's self is caged by having, weighed > down hopelessly in place by wings of lead. > Where most I hunger, I am nourished least, > a silent specter famished at the feast. > > > The Bitter Museum > > In the bitter museum the past is on parade > in postures of reproach. Vast corridors > display a thousand ways of being ashamed > and illustrate the progress of despair. > Behind their glass, the mannequins of once > exhibit all the wealth of worlds now gone, > and frozen in their accusatory dance > the avatars of loss are labeled Done. > In the bitter museum extinguished dynasties > of hope set forth their monuments, inscribed > in that dead language, laughter. Vanished breeds > of joy are shown, regretfully alive. > The relics seem so real they almost leer. > In the bitter museum the dust is streaked with tears. > > > > -- > =================================== > > Jon Corelis www.geocities.com/jgcorelis/ > > =================================== >