Eons that I chased for a pie in sky,
You not but said, no or I, hum or ho,
And I wondered on what, what if, and why,
You were resolved to remain there whatso
I felt, but let's go yon of this no go,
I'd much rather an affirming yea I,
Or cut-and-dried honest and bare nude no
To my e'er firm: I love ye, else I die;
Or if ye so believe, sing on our love
Wordless, nor tongue nor lips need ever move—
Enough I think for our two heaving hearts,
Say no more, quiet are shot Cupid's darts.
For, silent lips have a lot to relay,
Your monotones have more than much to say.
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This sonnet expresses feelings of a rather exasperated lover who no more but gets monosyllabic response to his endless confessions of love. But the true lover that he is, he reconciles to the inevitable, and there comes the sonnet's Volta. In tune with lady love's monosyllabic vague answers, this piece too uses only a few rhymes. The real Volta happens in the concluding couplet where in utter relief the lover feels ready to even embrace silent lips.
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Sonnets | 05.11.08 |
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