Plying them ‘pon piano’s passive plate, <br />How I covet to be the blesse’d piece, <br />The silken soft of thy fingers to kiss! <br />As if dancing in spry yet gentle gait, <br />Whilst my lips starve, eyes striving for a rare, <br />If not once in lifetime, blue-moon-like chance, <br />A flitting hope to steal a furtive glance <br />In glee of my black beast bete noir’s dare! <br /> <br />And no, I scarce can paint my attitude <br />Fair, for duel ‘tis ‘tween a hound and hare— <br />A life-less wood, howso seasoned and good, <br />More blest be than lips— left to grin and bear. <br /> Let that wood blush in its rosy red bliss, <br /> And keep thy fingers, me thine rest to kiss! <br />___________________________________________________ <br />This piece draws no mean inspiration from <br />Shakespeare’s Sonnet 128. I must say, an <br />imitation at best is still imitation— but <br />it is my way of paying tribute to the Bard. <br />I could hardly match Shakespeare’s subtlety <br />in painting the scene. The rhyme scheme is <br />also not typical Shakespearean— being abbc/cddc <br />(octave) and ecec/bb (sestet) . <br />___________________________________________________ <br /> - Sonnets | 21.11.08 |<br /><br />Aniruddha Pathak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-ll-keep-thine-rest-to-kiss/
