Rejoice, the Soul Is Alive
Rejoice, the soul is alive
The sight of star-spangled skies if at night
Drench you deep with wonderment of a child,
And that of dark skies, with the same delight,
And if this unknown joy be no less wild;
If a blade of grass springing up in field,
And a bud blossoming into young flower,
Both move you no less still with untold power;
If age has none of your child’s wonder killed;
If nature’s plainest things pose a message
That lingers long in your memories piled,
If your child lives young still with passing age,
At no time are his wonders reconciled;
File up all reasons and stay ever naïve,
Divide your age by a factor of five,
Rejoice; your soul and child both are alive!
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In child-like eagerness this sonnet allows itself one extra line.
From my book Harvest of the Late Season,
published by Penguin (Partridge)
Sonnets | 15.12.14 |
Copyright © Aniruddha Pathak | Year Posted 2017
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