(Non Sequitur NYC, 01/29/82)
Shall I compare you to a summer storm
Which steals the sunshine from my frolic days
And aberration make of suchlike norm
As nurtures dreams of love and lovers' bliss?
Yet even so, a tempest brings some rain
Which may the withered gardens send to bloom
Or grace the meadows with a lush of green
That merrymaking maidens may yet groom
Sweet dreams of unadulterated love
With rainbows of forgotten innocence.
Should othersidedness of things need probe
Beyond the boundaries of common sense
To prove that ambivalence but augment
The lethargy our own predicament?
That from my touch you cannot but recoil
Into within, withdraw stiff with shudder,
As sure portends the havoc of turmoil
Like lightning flash descends before thunder
Brings the cloudy rage of a summer storm
To fill the hungry innocence which streams,
In languid expectation's yawning norm
Prepare, like many selffulfilling dreams,
To catch surfeit precipitation's yield
Lest in the cruel depths of winter's frost
Lack ample substance for a surface shield;
And hope, in tranquil hibernation lost
To vagaries and whims of early spring
Anon but love's perdition lingering!
I must confess that I am at a lose
To even vaguely guess your heart's desire.
No pondering could hasten pin the cause
Or reason for the toosoon quenched fire.
Quiet introspection beget quite a few
Sound explanations; yet falls short to chart
Out abreactions which might pull me through
Prevarications which you rank in art.
True, I can't lose the which I have not won,
Nor count the merits should such lose incur;
Ill happenstance, no kin to oblivion,
No lighter make the injury endure.
This I do know just good intentions make
No substitute for actions we should take!
To put the fault on my illattitude
Socalled, yourself you find acquit from blame
Yet blameless be, what worth a fortitude?
Mischief breeds malice, should itself disclaim!
Were conscience from all blemish fully free
Its force of judgment should all times prevail,
And so prevailing, would perforce decree
Exclude such things bedeemed as boding ill
From all affairs you deign to undertake;
So undertaken, merits are your own
To cherish; else, for ills amends to make.
Laurels anon, save such as Laurels won:
Selfabsolution but redeem in vain
The sinner not the sinning nor the sin!
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