Читать книгу Shattered Sonnets, Love Cards, and Other Off and Back Handed Importunities - Olena Kalytiak Davis - Страница 13

shattered sonnet #3

Love brought

me a handful

of pussy willows to place

near my face. A sick head

and a sick heart ought be licked

back to health, said said Love,

all stealth. All stick and cue. Love,

didn't I tell you, not to foot

over threshold of mine? But

Love was over, Love was under.

Love was in. Love was wrought.

Love swept the house, then, Love was

done. Aye, There's the rub!

The phoenix and the turtle

dove? Ha! Love, Love is

nought.