How beauteous, with eyes that do
not judge but with a lovesome lore
do recommend a better view
for any who would seek rapport;
how temperate, to welcome all
to stand by her in equal thrall
and ask of any nothing much
but that they do the same as such,
was she - perfection manifest -
ere man conceived of hate and greed
and all the troubles that they seed.
So by one, simple - fateful - test
did he make her a wretched thing;
and, of her riches, himself king.
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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...
