Thy Argument
Sonnet — An Invocation to The Master #168
Published on October 27, 2021
Thy Argument
Sonnet — An Invocation to The Master #168
A fine hypothesis made I, a subtle device
To frame my nuanced argument’s tower,
Each rung would group neat abstractions
And bridged by a syllogism’s ladder.
Windows there were to offer perspective,
Carved on walls bounding each idea’s hall;
Towers that watch for assumptions naive
And crafty doors that lies doth stall!
How profound was this construction mine,
A jewel of thought the mind conceived
For august occasion of our argumentation,
Minutely prepared and richly augmented.
But Thy argument was to sting me as an angry wasp,
I now see how nuance and subtlety eludes Thy grasp!!