Tzara
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Sonnet for She Whom I Will Never Know
Let me not doubt the marriage of true minds
Is still a possibility, though sex
Remains less bed than battlefield, mined
As it is by conflicting interests,
The petty needs each ego saves for self.
For no one’s love could rightly be called love
Were not some sacrifice involved, some hell
Down to which Orpheus descends to prove
His sighs are not just songs. A poet’s voice
Falls silent with no Muse to fix his thoughts,
No symbol he can fitfully embrace,
Without his Ikon, all he has are doubts.
.....My hand is not extended, just my pen;
.....This poem is clumsy prayer. I close. Amen.
Sonnet for She Whom I Will Never Know
Let me not doubt the marriage of true minds
Is still a possibility, though sex
Remains less bed than battlefield, mined
As it is by conflicting interests,
The petty needs each ego saves for self.
For no one’s love could rightly be called love
Were not some sacrifice involved, some hell
Down to which Orpheus descends to prove
His sighs are not just songs. A poet’s voice
Falls silent with no Muse to fix his thoughts,
No symbol he can fitfully embrace,
Without his Ikon, all he has are doubts.
.....My hand is not extended, just my pen;
.....This poem is clumsy prayer. I close. Amen.
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