December 2011
Sonnet III
Bitter love, a violet with its crown
of thorns in a thicket of spiky passions,
spear of sorrow, corolla of rage: how did you come
to conquer my soul? What via dolorosa brought you?
Why did you pour your tender fire
so quickly, over my life’s cool leaves?
Who pointed the way to you? What flower,
what rock, what smoke showed you where I live?
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