Yoram Diamand Poet Sonnet

Dante

She was, existed, amongst other women, for love’s sake

When my eye caught her sight, my spirits left

This corpse of mine: soul theft

My remains, were shaking, trembling: earthquake

 

My soul looked down upon my flesh quite rotten

My hand begged for support from a wall

Beatrice the loveliest of all

Somewhat cruel. She laughed, at my meat forgotten

 

Then life within that floating soul

Found its way back into me, a man

I was awake, not dead, and whole

 

Many tears I had to weep, when towards home I ran

At my desk, me being apparently a fool

I wrote a sonnet, of consolation, its feeble tool

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