| | Arise - 10.05.06
The light plays through the leaves like shafts of heat
and shade provides, this time, a welcome ease.
No darkness of the heart comes through the beat
of life, slowed down, the better for the trees;
the note of which has import more than art
perceivable by sight ere mind begins
to search the scene for smaller, subtle parts
without which art would not, attention, win.
But note of life supplies not sweat and tears,
and motion ever proves a lack of death,
so, while you can, enjoy your meager years
and wring emotion out 'til your last breath.
And should doubt question measurements of salt,
recall that pain defines e'en as it halts.
(The final version of my sonnet for English.)
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