The sonnet’s form constrains the poet’s hand <br />From setting out his feelings loud and clear; <br />It makes his intimations hard to hear <br />And forces him to choose the safe and bland. <br />The sonnet’s rhyme restrains the poet’s thought <br />From flying into fantasy and space, <br />Though it contains more elegance and grace <br />Where free verse liberates what has been caught. <br />But in the sonnet, deeper meanings lie <br />And hold traditions, ancient and arcane, <br />That hibernate inside the poet’s brain <br />And soon he will discover, by and by, <br />Encapsulated in the sonnet’s shell <br />Awaits to hatch pure heaven from pure hell.<br /><br />C Richard Miles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sonnet-2/
