The Encyclopedia Sonnetica

Smite the Rock

Smite the Rock My thoughts and words and realms are in a sealed Compartment, memory, that you must not Trespass until a signal makes me yield. What watchword? Yes, that moment which is fraught With love for both of us, a moment you Recall to me in such a way that...

Daughters of Mnemosyne

 Daughters of Mnemosyne Now what is knowledge but a shadow of Wisdom?  And what is poetry but tints Of life and death?  Music is only love, Perfected love, spelled out in measured hints, Reverberations set in echoes culled From hummed geometries, from pieces heard In...