Ye begin small, but become a big beast,
And spur like cats and like them can't be schooled,
A sovereign queen in a life-long feast,
A Muse of every man, by her befooled,
Like harmless kitten nudging with soft paw,
Pestering to pay heed, caressing crease,
Much ere man knows thou as bottomless maw,
If starved, a forest fire on wings ye breeze.
Long hath man mused: to be or not to be,
World's Oliver Twists wanting ever more,
Still, having had the wish seldom happy,
Hard ‘tis showing thee O desire a door—
Men ever dream champagne and caviar,
When all they deserve is hot dogs and beer.
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Sonnets | 02.11.12 |
Topic: desire, muse, fire
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So very true. A beautifully penned poem with insight. Desire is one of the weaknesses of men. It makes life more complicated. An excellent sonnet, Sir. Enjoyed reading it.
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