What question could you ask of me
and hear the very words you seek?
Could I make more apology,
how much less pain could I still wreak?
What question would you ask of me
so naught but truth your eyes would see?
Do you think that you will bear it
more brave than my poor heart saw fit?
What question - should you ask of me -
would my self-reproach least incur
could I give you just one answer?
What question might you ask of me
that I have not yet asked myself?
My tongue a still and empty shelf.
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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...
