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One Hundred and Fifty-Five Sonnets - 74. vows of the 300
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Sonnet No. 147
Weeds grow between the stones; the sun burns hot;
So watch your footing as we scale the mount,
For up here, the sea is in earshot,
And the glories of Greece under us we’ll count.
To the tomb of Iolaus, outside Thebes,
I have taken you like ancient men did,
To marry in the name of Hercules,
On his husband’s grave, there-joined by Cupid.
For that lad to his man was charioteer,
And three hundred Sacred Band partners too –
Each a warrior couple – married here,
Pledging to die, and live, as one man through.
So on the grassy stones, let’s links our hands –
And fulfill our vow as ancient rite demands.
Sonnet No. 148
Emotions jostle the road like judgments,
To form a pack of wheeled carts there pushing
Ruts ever deeper in worn resentments;
Where none but accusations go whooshing.
Yet, calmly within the tumult’s jarring,
The source of my best inspiration comes,
With gentle grasp, and on his finger, a ring –
And in whose touch, my mute questions, he numbs.
Knowing we are but one man can settle
The disquiet of my rough intellect,
For absolving through Love has greater mettle
Than my self-damning torment can subject.
Reach to me this morning, and caress my cheek;
Your love has all the comfort I’ll ever seek.
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