In this pop-culture-referencing age
A few years diff'rence can prove quite a gap.
As time speeds up it's harder to engage
An older or a younger soul whose map
For territories we traverse may bear
Much older or much newer ref'rence points.
To say naught of the things which make one care.
Then, too, one may leap, one on creaking joints
May get along more slowly. In this case
To love is even more an exercise
In using one's imagination than
Already is the case. If one is wise
One sticks to one's own kind but there's no man
Or woman who is wise in love -- to which
Fact we owe all that makes us such a glitch.
Friday, August 7, 2009
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I am Maren Wryn, and Kate wrote this sonnet for me based on my topic suggestion: "The impossibility of loving improbably: not so much May/Dec, as this decade/last decade." To say that she captured this theme, and went beyond it is surely an understatement! Bravo! And, my most sincere thank you.
ReplyDeleteI was glad to take the dare. As I said, been there, done that, bought the t-shirt, wore it to Starbucks, spilled espresso on it. Sigh.
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