Sonnet Pathetique
SONNET PATHETIQUE
So sad Peter Ilyich; such anguished strife!
What is the tragic loss for which you grieve
An unforgot dark chapter in your life
So you must wear your heart upon your sleeve
That noble face that should exult your art
Betrays a tortured soul unversed with joy
In music, minor key takes greater part
D’you fear that signs of happiness would cloy
Yet oft, light breaks the gloom of dark dimension
Penumbra, pierced by ray of bliss, dispersed
And we discern the soul of your invention
Who bless the days you o’er this world traversed
That in our hearts it should have given gladness
For such sublime, exquisite, beauteous sadness
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