Betwixt a hard trevail or easy quest,
I chose the former though it be
A surely baleful tri'l to me,
e'en if I must accept eternity,
And this is mine, and 'twil be my test.
I taketh on myself a wretched name
and so I bring with it the stinging flame
that burneth field and flow'r just the same,
so ne'er a soul before hath acquiesced.
Before me now, expounding unto Space,
I find a flow'ring, wilting human race
with eyes of beauty and of death
that swollen beast with every dying breath,
and having but a single entity--
that one with Love, and thank God it is thee.
Author notes
This is a petrarchan sonnet.
It's scheme is thus:
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Okay, so perhaps it's a slight variation of a Petrarchan sonnet.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Interesting scheme, Hun, haven't seen this one before (our english program SUCKS XD ). Yet once again I see death and destruction. Have you been watching the history channel lately about how we're all doomed?
wait, you don't watch tv, silly me 
love you and your poem
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Good sonnet Dan. Creatively expressed.
Brian
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