Treasure Island

Samer Madbak

(31 July 1969 / Beirut)

Poem 033, Sonnet 13: Heart Gone Amiss

What now? What now, laconic soul of mine?
Explain to me, what has come over you?
Melancholy, confusion? All is fine
Frustration, hatred? Well, there’s nothing new

Will you not voice your worries, heart of stone
What secrets have you to reveal to me?
Submission, gloom? So why the morbid moan?
‘S it anger? That is no anomaly…

Are these the things you want to sacrifice?
Displeasure, chagrin, apathy, disgust…
These are the elements of paradise
The gist of Heaven, fool, so why adjust?

That’s Heaven, and I say you’ve gone amiss
To claim it hell… wake heart! You are in bliss!

June 20th 1988

Submitted: Sunday, December 29, 2013

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  • Savita Tyagi (12/29/2013 11:16:00 AM)

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