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The Sonnets (1592-1595)


The red glow of a manuscript in the fire,

red waves erasing everyone and everything

I’ve written on the page, stirring the embers,


restive, the ash drifts upward, as if life

was a riddle that must be puzzled out,

the way my face floats in a mirror


dreaming of things I’ve since forgotten,

not remembering what I was other than the writing,

the hills silvered-over, yellowed fields, the sun


reduced to an amethyst hung around my neck.

But to wear this world out to the end. Nothing

stands to the scythe as I do now.



[Excerpt from The Shakespeare Poems by Randy Roark. Originally published in NHS 2012, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs12/.]