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    AC Benus
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One Hundred and Fifty-Five Sonnets - 27. immortal

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Sonnet No. 53


Regimes and their monuments may tumble,

World events may sweep the cobblestones clean,

And sluttish Time with her wheel fumble,

Rising him up, to clear that man from the scene.

Sometimes I'm woken from a cold sleep by

The intense presence of your lips upon

My warming flesh made hotter by your sigh,

Saying my work won't to the future be pawn.

For although overturned statues may be downed,

Pulled to the ground by hopeful hands cocksure,

The soaring arches in us won't be found

By bitch Time's wrecking ball, of that I'm sure.

For the love we build is beyond all strafe,

And the hearts yet to come will keep it safe.

 

 

Sonnet No. 54


Gold is the flesh of the gods, we are told –

Incorruptible, never to tarnish –

But gold too are the bones of love that's bold,

Holding spotlessly straight our deepest wish.

A king was buried with a simple prayer;

An inscription that his eyes may behold

A million years of happiness from there,

And that his serenity be multifold.

So at times I wonder what is Death's lair;

What is it like to slowly lose this life? –

To die with a mummer of the unfair,

And feel the tether cut by shadow's knife.

But despite the end that is temporal,

Our gaze is already golden and immortal.

 

 

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"For the love we build is beyond all strafe," ... yesterday I was in a castle museum and there where pillows with quotations from Sophia Dorothea from Hannover on it. One said nearly the same as this line. I really like the idea, that love is safe from wrecking time in our heart.
The second poem brings the mask of Tutanamun for my inner eye. :)
Thanks for writing this.
Lyssa

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On 02/05/2017 12:50 PM, Lyssa said:

"For the love we build is beyond all strafe," ... yesterday I was in a castle museum and there where pillows with quotations from Sophia Dorothea from Hannover on it. One said nearly the same as this line. I really like the idea, that love is safe from wrecking time in our heart.

The second poem brings the mask of Tutanamun for my inner eye. :)

Thanks for writing this.

Lyssa

Thanks, Lyssa. I love this review! Your reference had me searching for Sophia Dorothea and learning what a tragic figure she is. It’s a shame really, her life just a pawn to power and money…it broke my heart, so thank you for introducing her to me.

 

For the Gold poem, yes. You nailed it. The poem is inspired by the notion that ancient Egyptians considered gold to be the flesh of the gods, and thus objects like Tutankhamen’s death mask were made of it. Also in the sonnet appears a tribute to Pharaoh’s prayer cup — an object Howard Carter actually had to step over to enter the tomb.

 

The prayer on it says: "May your soul live, you beloved of Thebes, to achieve millions of years with your face to the north wind, and your eyes beholding happiness.”

 

See here: http://www.nilemuse.com/hieroglyphs/wishingcup.html

 

Thank you again for an awesome review. I really appreciate it.

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Parker Owens

Both of these speak hauntingly of immortality, and of the timelessness of love. I am especially drawn to the images and connotations surrounding Gold; you imbue the word with such power and possibility. The architectural themes resonate, too, like reverberations in a vaulted cathedral. Yet your lover must be deeply moved to know that what you have will outlast any architectural treasure. Many thanks for these. They will inspire.

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Mikiesboy

oh these are sooo beautiful. they are awash with the power of love and gold, which doesn't tarnish or turn .. it's forever kind of stuff. like the love we all look for and dream of.

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On 02/06/2017 01:10 AM, Parker Owens said:

Both of these speak hauntingly of immortality, and of the timelessness of love. I am especially drawn to the images and connotations surrounding Gold; you imbue the word with such power and possibility. The architectural themes resonate, too, like reverberations in a vaulted cathedral. Yet your lover must be deeply moved to know that what you have will outlast any architectural treasure. Many thanks for these. They will inspire.

Thank you, Parker. I like and appreciate your comments, especially the notion of echoes in a vaulted space.

 

 

Thanks again!

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AC Benus
On 02/08/2017 03:01 AM, Mikiesboy said:

oh these are sooo beautiful. they are awash with the power of love and gold, which doesn't tarnish or turn .. it's forever kind of stuff. like the love we all look for and dream of.

Thank you, Tim! Yes, you know the heavier elements of the periodic table - like gold - are only made in the heart of a star. How's beautiful to think love needs a crucible as hat as that as well.

 

Thanks again!

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