How dark and wild and hard the world
when sweetest dreams weigh down the heart
and to the pyre would you be hurled
to satisfy some poor upstart.
It need not be as dire as this;
just once could be a mother's kiss,
and suddenly the firmament
would open wide with kind dissent
that worlds anew may be your birth.
Most beautiful for being small
and yet encompassing our all,
to live is always trying worth
for those endowed with purpose great
as guardian of a child's fate.
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Star Trek: The Original Sonnets
PoetryEvery Monday at http://wondertalesprovidence.blogspot.com I post a reaction to an episode from Star Trek: The Original Series. Thematically inspired by certain episodes, some posts have verses which I have adapted into a series of Pushkin sonnets. E...
