The tears that piqued your kindness once
will never fall again; I stand -
now reliquary as a dunce
who only wears the cap at hand -
as tall as any mourner's glass
with filigree of fine-wrought brass,
the stopper fixed for no escape
as to my duty I take shape.
To each his own as fate decrees,
so we regard as we part ways
and never more speak of this blaze.
To each his own by choice degrees,
as one we will honor your word
and every second seek a third.
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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...
