SONNET...........
Conrad
DiDiodato, CA
i
see
heaven
in
summer
swirls
my
true
feel
for
divine
is
like
the
love
i
sense
for
a
rose
transfixed
in
prayer.
its
angelical
core
is
where
foxglove
curls
smooth
into
a
hedge's
dampened
lair
(its
belltowers
shading
a
jay's
hot
crest);
and
pious
impatiens,
too,
light
as
christ
childs
trying
to
freshen
my
air
in
tulle
dress
of
summer,
apple-girts
greens
like
blest
smiles—
which
seems
to
me
unabashed
floral
treat!
oh,
god
of
hosts,
make
vaulted
murals
of
high
heavens,
etched
in
star
shells,
replete
with
cute
feet
of
scented
corymbs
and
swirls:
for
wiser
shoots,
split
vines
fruiting
in
time
spread
a
fall
canvas,
a
true
fall
sublime.
i'd
have
gladly
turned
moons
over
to
You!
yes,
i
love
how
my
lissome
Sun
labours
red-eyed
over
cotton,
papyrus
too,
descending
like
noisy
horses
and
tabors—
a
cruciform
chase
of
shades
at
my
back!
but
in
the
style
of
nymphs
pinched
hard
by
grief,
You've
become
hatchet-faced
and
hot
to
hack
at
me
who's
sensed—what?
at
best
the
day's
brief,
as
i've
always
believed,
and
gathering
slow,
among
the
shores,
with
a
beetle's
drab
mien,
the
blue
tides
of
the
Nile
are
prone
to
flow
and
turn
to
all
things
Euphratean.
more
than
any
one
Sun,
You're
my
bright,
a
dream,
in
sand
and
heat,
of
the
wise
ol'
night!
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