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I don't write much, I don't write often, but sometimes the
best thing to do when the world caves in on you, or washes over
you, or whatever, is to write a sonnet. There is something about
the inevitability and orderliness of a sonnet, something about
transmuting the mess of the world into tinkling pentameters,
that I find very consoling.
Since I'm unlikely to publish any of my English-language writing,
I might as well web-publish it here. The common thread running
through what verse I've written in English (making it quite
different to what I've written
in Esperanto) is that it's all been triggered by what might
be euphemistically called 'romantic adventures.' As sublimation
exercises, I think they're not without merit... If you want
more information on the genesis or references of any particular
piece, do ask.
- Hair Poem
- Written in praise of someone's hair. Some sound modulation
I, at least, found pleasing... It probably doesn't mean as
much as it alludes; then again, I always was a sucker for
- Acidic Baby
- This sonnet sort of blurted out in my mind at a tram stop,
a month after the addressee (the same to whom the previous
and next poem were aimed) was farewelled. I think it's the
best of the bunch --- if you go for oxymorons (which, translated
badly from Modern Greek, gives Acidic Baby).
- The proper farewell to what was (in at least some ways)
my first love.
- The addressee was fairly troubled at the time. 'Forever'
is a long time --- too long, as it turns out. Wherever you
are, Mar, I wish you well...
- "It rains..."
- To be honest, I've forgotten who the addressee of the poem
was (it's narrowed down to two), but it's basically a been-rebuffed
- This is what I came up with a year after the big
break-up, a smidgeon of guilt, and a spray of formalism.
- Kind Of A Celestial Book
- This, for a friend exceedingly dear to me, who was going
through a rougher than usual patch. Caught up in her travails,
I wrote this to cheer her up --- and found that it had actually
cheered me up, too. "You'll have to write that down"
is a phrase she liked to throw at me; her play with that started
- Rachel's Crown
- A crown of sonnets I wrote shortly after an affair I had
in London. What I say in the cycle is basically what happened,
though buried under some formalism and a lot of obscurantism.
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Last revision: 2001-4-24