Between the fall of night and creeping dawn,
I wandered in a rustling osier grove.
There in the half-lit realm of nymph and faun,
I thought I heard the salix speak of love.
To that fell voice I gave up with a sigh,
To the sharp-pointed leaves of the sallow.
I felt a pain upon my neck and thigh;
What – do thorns now grow upon the willow?
With joy I left my life, gave up my blood,
Surrendered to the willow's soft embrace,
Felt green sap rising in me like a flood,
And catkins hang before my captive face.
A pleasure-seeker, supple as a tree,
The willow walks abroad instead of me!
[c] 2005
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Written February 3rd, 2006
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Mairi bheag
Now I know why you liked to write sonnets, if this was indeed your first one.
If I'd written this first time out, I would have followed it to China. I'm glad I promised to read this, I would have missed something very sweet.
Am not feeling too good. You don't have to acknowledge receipt of this, in fact, I'm not really up to anything.
I do apologize for my antics (and anger) this morning.
I'm so sorry, in so many ways. You did not deserve to be on the receiving end of that.
Au river!
J
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John you have nothing to apologize for, I quite understand.
I was a bit smug about this poem when I first wrote it, because I managed to work in four synonyms for one tree! Now I just think that was totally meretricious.
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Michael, this was in fact the first English Sonnet I ever wrote. I wrote it under the eye (but not under the guidance) of a poetess whose expertise at the erotic sonnet was breathtaking.
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Terrific
Oh, this is pure enchantment! Magical, another great spell from our literary sorceress. Terrific! -
Why thank you. This poem was written about the first time I met someone who went on to be very special and significant in my life. At our first meeting she seemed mysterious and dangerous.
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Willows are so graceful, much like your poetry.
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A great piece dear friend.You're good at writing.
Shahrzad -
Many thanks, friend Eusebius.
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Excellent!
This is a beautiful and truly enchanted sonnet! I loved it! Excellent! -
You are, nonetheless, angelic. And you know it.
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Lol - its not jules...but I'll take the angel title. Much love - Jilli
(Evermore is where you reside? or Nevermore?)
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Moon Fae, angelic one, thank you for your comment...
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Oh, very nice. I love the first stanza...
As Mistress Willow rides upon her dark horse
Promises of evermore fall from above
Scarlet rivers ebb and flow with your life source
Sighing...in surrender to immortal love
Edited on Feb 03, 8:50 p.m. because 'Geez - sorry, cant type'.
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