Thrown out of place and out of time
alone and without dignity
for nearness to another's crime
regardless of affinity,
who'd brave the wastes without dire need?
Who'd live to see such passions seed?
What hope is there without the sight
of one more dawn to follow night?
Your logic says all things must pass;
there is nought which springs eternal,
winter shall replace the vernal.
Yet, you see not how all things pass;
the birthing of a history,
near-boundless as a mystery.
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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...
