The Gates
Sonnet — An Invocation to The Master #101
Published on August 16, 2021
The Gates
Sonnet — An Invocation to The Master #101
How far yet stretch the mind frontiers,
How many valleys and peaks remain
Of ideals and norms perforce to cross,
Oh, am seized by a poignant refrain.
What melody yet remains to be wrung
From this little battered heart of mine,
How many woes to drum up Thy song
From my frail flesh and a mind broken?
Oh a meagre term doth the body bring
And most its uses were for Thee given.
Canst Thou not find in eternity long
For me a single redeeming strain?
Part now the gates of Thy reluctance,
Into Thy ambiences grant me entrance.