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Thursday, December 10, 2020

Hope (George Frederic Watts), Sonnet #542


 












The single string of her burst harp

Can play a quavering C-sharp.

She embraces the instrument

Like a lover singing laments,

But hearing no responding tone.

Hope is always on her own.

One star and Jupiter, her chair,

Revolve in incandescent air.

She’s worn a tightly-wound blindfold

Since she was only two years old.

And she must seek a life in this

Emptiness and paralysis?

Yes. That is what hope signifies.

Creation of a song from sighs.


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