Poem 065, Sonnet 25: Score Poem by Samer Madbak

Now is the day, the bound’ry of July
The close of buoyancy, the end of play
Today my boyhood hums its elegye
To welcome ripeness, Lord! I’m score today.

Score! And the world is now a different place
A sober earth, a sky of gravity
I must inurn my years and wear the face
Of sapience…Ave fair Melancholy!

Score! And the word reechoes everywhere
I see it in the quiet of the thicket
I sense it in the stillness of the air
I feel it in the torpor of my spirit

Score! And my soul surrenders to the truth
I’m twenty now, farewell sweet days of youth!


Blaouza
July 31st 1989