Plying them ‘pon piano’s passive plate,
How I covet to be the blesse’d piece,
The silken soft of thy fingers to kiss!
As if dancing in spry yet gentle gait,
Whilst my lips starve, eyes striving for a rare,
If not once in lifetime, blue-moon-like chance,
A flitting hope to steal a furtive glance
In glee of my black beast bete noir’s dare!
And no, I scarce can paint my attitude
Fair, for duel ‘tis ‘tween a hound and hare—
A life-less wood, howso seasoned and good,
More blest be than lips— left to grin and bear.
Let that wood blush in its rosy red bliss,
And keep thy fingers, me thine rest to kiss!
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This piece draws no mean inspiration from
Shakespeare’s Sonnet 128. I must say, an
imitation at best is still imitation— but
it is my way of paying tribute to the Bard.
I could hardly match Shakespeare’s subtlety
in painting the scene. The rhyme scheme is
also not typical Shakespearean— being abbc/cddc
(octave) and ecec/bb (sestet) .
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- Sonnets | 21.11.08 |
Aniruddha Pathak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-ll-keep-thine-rest-to-kiss/
