Lei e la Notte

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Another sonnet, this time in Petrarchan form.
Let me know what you think.

Submitted: March 27, 2010

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She holds the Earth in cold-darkened wrappings
Yet in her chamber of the Night she cries
As the brazen Moon hangs low in Her skies
She is wont for naught in silent trappings
Yet She sighs to watch Her waves, their lapping
As Her feet are drowsing and Her soft eyes
Cannot behold the darkness of Demise
In Her thoughts She prays for mortal napping
Yet pity, Fairness turns His head away
In silence, Her waning cries are not heard
So waits She, for rhetoric light of day
Yet never to her eyes Beheld a ray
From the Father and from His little Bird
She revolves the Earth, and in darkness, turns away.


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