Michael Burch Poet Sonnet

In the Whispering Night

In the Whispering Night
by Michael R. Burch
 
for George King
 
In the whispering night, when the stars bend low
till the hills ignite to a shining flame,
when a shower of meteors streaks the sky,
and the lilies sigh in their beds, for shame,
we must steal our souls, as they once were stolen,
and gather our vigor, and all our intent.
We must heave our bodies to some violent ocean
and laugh as they shatter, and never repent.
We must dance in the darkness as stars dance before us,
soar, SOAR! through the night on a butterfly's breeze:
blown high, upward-yearning, twin spirits returning
to the world of resplendence from which we were seized.
 
Published in Songs of Innocence and Romantics Quarterly. This is a poem I wrote for my favorite college English teacher, George King.

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Lin Lane January 12, 2020 at 6:24 AM Beautiful, Michael. Your lines are extremely enlightening as to the wonder of nature. The first 4 lines of your sonnet could easily stand alone. Michael Burch January 12, 2020 at 3:44 PM Thanks Lin. I think you're right about the first 4 lines. In fact, I tweeted the first 4 lines as a poem not long ago. They say great minds think alike! :)