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One Hundred and Fifty-Five Sonnets - 51. Zhivago
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Sonnet No. 101
Sometimes the draw of this paper is all
I have to pull me out of bed, and think
My lonely snow-white sheets will take the scrawl
Of my restless hope spilling out into ink.
I imagine Zhivago, and the ice
He had to chop through to get to his desk,
But – the unfrozen chamber must entice –
For at its center, lays love picturesque.
Alone with my sheets, I draw you out too;
I write your name at the top of my heart,
And allow icy blood the ink to bestrew,
For every word is drawn before I start.
Alone within my center chamber room,
Love predestines with Its fiery plume.
Sonnet No. 102
Two young men locked in a tender embrace
Were buried together in ancient times –
One supports on his chest his beloved's face,
And archeologists lauded their finds.
'Romantic!' the scientists said freely:
An example of marital devotion
That even death could not cheat completely,
And which can yet stir human emotion.
But, this tale has not a happy ending,
For they thought man and woman were so interred,
And to the love of men they went denying –
The truth before their eyes with fresh dirt inured.
To deny the basic truth of Love cheats,
And all of human intellect defeats.
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