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Sonnet Sonnet Like Snow Geese homeward bound, wing tip to beak, By form constrained, these words adhere to rules. By time coerced, they know that what they seek Must soon be found or they be deadened fools. Each one, each word, each wing must bear the weight Of lonely import far beyond the norm, The weight of knowing failure to conform May bring to all an unremembered state. For Snow Geese homeward bound it matters not What motive drives those unrelenting wings. For me, sometimes in webs of reason caught, The question rings the very core of things. For now I'll guess... like nature so be art: What is, becomes divine beyond each part. |
Additional Notes:
A sonnet about the process of and the reason for writing a sonnet.
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