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One Hundred and Fifty-Five Sonnets - 41. shadows accross time
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Sonnet No. 81
We tend to hold the truth as an absolute,
But we are only allowed what we can handle,
And the veil torn from some memories acute
Are too much, even though God's the vandal.
You entreat me to look into our past,
To answer some questions of who you are,
Yet such a backwards glance I must forecast
Will renew pain that's better kept afar.
To have the slate wiped clean, and then the veil –
Mended; redrawn in gentle Mercy's name –
Gives us new chances of which to avail,
And ensure our present won't be the same.
Not to the past look, for that is not right,
When our future we have now in our sight.
Sonnet No. 82
Me 'the priest,' and you the prince's son,
Watch the long orange shadow cast on the Nile
Of He who dies in the West to be redone
By Night's magic, and resurrect in style.
In this boat at sunset's hour, you recline –
Your back is pressed firmly into my chest –
And my hands grip your arms both strong and feline;
My lips whisper: "You're the one I love best."
For in that moment of hazy languor,
This love of ours was first set to the strain
Of a lonesome flute to sing my ardor
In notes so tender they yet here remain.
Rest your back firmly on my heart, dear boy,
The Sun will rise again to bless our joy.
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