A sonnet for Dobrinka Tabakova, David Curtis, and Nick Hodges;
and Immortal Shakespeare (on the occasion of his 452nd birthday)
and Immortal Shakespeare (on the occasion of his 452nd birthday)
My heart is readily undone: two strings
unbow my reason; tears come easily.
The keys of words and music equally
unlatch such salt; its masochistic stings
threading my cracked cheeks; such confluent springs
whetting my lips, weighing so heavily
upon my tongue; yet fetching hope, fully-
formed – bursting as my freshened spirit sings.
That I am unashamed in my parade;
that I am not so singly passionate;
that I am glad to let my weeping flow –
impelled by truth; no paltry masquerade,
but honest force that does not personate
affect – is such compels my soul to grow.
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