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Monday, May 12, 2008


A sonnet is that yogurt with the fruit
concealed upon the bottom of the cup.
You may see that the topic’s from one view.
You disagree; your anger thus erupts.
Or puzzled, read some more to find clue.
Perhaps (quite rarely) you agree – what luck!
But then the bottom is revealed anew…

and all begins to change – the truth is out.
The treasure of the sonnet is its twist,
first one thing, then another takes its place.
It’s like the sky is covered by the clouds
and then the sun protrudes from the abyss,
the sky reveals, the clouds hence quickly chased.

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A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.

I say it just
Begins to live
That day.

- Emily Dickinson

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