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Whence Sonnets Are Sung, Full-Throated and Deep
Whence sonnets are sung, full-throated and deep,
and fresh bars of sweet bliss are echoing;
though happily sung poems can make thee weep
within thine innermost and inward being?
What such work of art can genius then inspire,
through lines so purely expressed with profound
words for the ages that light Cupid on fire,
and lovers' conflagrations heaven-bound!?
What Muse's audience can such godlings know,
tap powers and energies elliptic and bane;
or with mind, bolts of inspired lightning throw:
feats, miracles, performed by prophets insane?
If often rare, strange, luminous, beautiful kinds,
they're lightning loosed from Übermenschean minds!
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Ngoc Nguyen
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