Sunday, May 6, 2012


What is pain that I should give it any
Thought? or time of day that I should at all
Be put out by the wasting of such free
Gifts? or love that I should be in a pall
For the loss of one so sweet as this? that
I should weep to think of suffering stroke's
That take life from my own womanly hopes?
Should I, like a beautifully wrought vat
Of water, be shattered by some bitter
Thing that enters into the cistern? drink
Wholesome water? Should I not in a wink
Choke first before I allow the sitter
Named life to give me such things? No. I
Who have lost, cannot have life, and must die.

                             Disparagement, (c) Luke Bennette, May 2012

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