Sonnet 145 <br /> <br />The thing of it is, you see <br />this brightly colored deceit <br />displaying all the many charms of art <br />a cunning deception of hints and hues <br />this mystery hidden in a riddle <br />disguised as an epigram which <br />sheer flattery duels attempting to evade <br />its stark horror and false syllogisms <br />each dawn vanquishing its vanities <br />triumphing over age and oblivion <br />with forgiveness and forgetfulness <br />The thing of it is, you see <br />Contrivance, vanity, artifice <br />delicate kisses stranded in the wind <br />failed joint defenses against our fate <br />a one way journey, a terrible mistake <br />a decrepit frenzy, more rightly viewed <br />as a corpse, some dust, a shadow <br />best perhaps as mere nothingness <br />The thing of it is, you see <br />We are all illegitimate <br />And have no standing <br />When it comes to this…<br /><br />Liberatore Suffoletta<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/homage-to-sor-juana-ines-de-la-cruz-sonnet-145/
