Poem 046, Sonnet 17: Narcissus Poem by Samer Madbak

I deem me something of a higher race,
A lonesome lord of dignified estate
I think me origin of time and space
A god whose word is might, whose will is fate.

I reckon me to be the all-in-all
I dream of none, save me an ichored bard
I nurture but the fancies of my soul
Regarding nothing but my self-regard.

I think of truth, I am the verity
Of Beauty, but Apollo ain’t the one
Of strength, and I outpow’r all entity
Of stature, and I stand above the sun.

Of love, and I adore all that I see
And all is nothing but my effigy!


Zgharta
March 23rd 1989