Human Norm
Sonnet — An Invocation to The Master #214
Published on December 12, 2021
Human Norm
Sonnet — An Invocation to The Master #214
Who art Thou haunting being’s borders
With an unnameable charm’s lure,
Who art Thou speaking in silence
And baiting my heart with elusive ardour?
Why dost Thou mock me with beauty
Disparaging my feeble shaky resolve,
What endurance can there ever be
When to all Thy forms I yield in love?
Is not all this for our dalliance made,
A holy seraglio of Thou and I,
For our meeting art Thou not embodied
In every form meeting my besotted eye?
Frolic with me from every form,
For am no more beholden to human norm.