Ngoc Nguyen Poet Italian Sonnet

In My Ivory Tower

This hearth and home, my ivory tower,
     where in complete and thoughtful solitude
     I daily think, then ponder and often brood
reflectively with creative power:

in the place where I fear not or cower,
     where I, here dignified, feel understood;
     where I sometimes am seized by raptured moods    
that alter my loneliest, and darkest, hours; 
  
and where, waves of pure bliss can clarify     
     and wash my confusion and gloom away,     
filling me with an overpowering high,
     a feeling of elation every day,
that only thoughts on God can magnify
     and make perfect in the springtime of May.

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