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Click hereMy hopes drown on the bottom of the bay.
Brooding, I lie alone on a stark shore.
Beaten down by the predictable fray,
Prostrated I will never see you more.
I blame myself for my poor judgement: how
I dismissed any bad weather report;
The ill-starred forecastle of your port bow;
Your inability to find a port.
But still the white-foam-spraying dreams remain,
Sweating a sad tormented yearning girl.
Admitting that I may be quite insane
Again I search the oyster for the pearl.
No longer Grafenberg the place will be -
The letter will forever stand for thee.
Welcome to Lit; you've offered us a splendid collection of sonnets which took me some time to digest and savor. They each have a slightly different flavor; well done.
A new sonnetier is aboard. Welcome. Great, great work. Your pain is evident and rich. Wish it weren't so, but that's how we grow. Wonderful work.
Who could stand against such heart wrenching image: "But still the white-foam-spraying dreams remain,/
Sweating a sad tormented yearning girl" and not at least extend a word of encouragement to the expelled beauty on the shores of this poetry section? A true Sonnet of a heart broken love (if only all of them were sung so beautifully...)