Poem 018, Sonnet 7: Summer, Fall, Winter… Poem by Samer Madbak

The summer of your joy is gone my soul
Your little cheers are fled, your happiness
Has given in to vehement distress,
Your glee is sackclothed in eternal pall,
Your summer’s dead! And now a tedious fall
A wanton blend of seasons, yea! A mess
Has taken over. Now, a bitterness
Has vanquished you, you are to be his thrall,
His slave fore’er. Oh spirit, do not call
Upon the sun again, He’s powerless,
Cease faith, O cease to hope, but rather bless
Your fall (Apollo’s gone for good and all)
Ay! Bless the winter that is still to come
Perchance he pities well to strike you mum!


Beirut
November 11th 1987