O what terrible hands are yours
which - when not busied with your work -
are prone to violent overtures
that just beneath the surface lurk.
O what ferocious mouths are yours
to prove you nothing more than boors
when from the depths you rise to speak
in hope of bettering the bleak.
O what discerning eyes are yours
that seeing clear the path to take
do rouse in me a sort of wake.
O what exquisite ears are yours,
no utterance escapes your note
ere you should move to cast your vote.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Star Trek: The Original Sonnets
PoesiaEvery 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...
