She walks the night, it's hot, it's sweaty there
In dark corners. The commerce of the street
Goes on when other businesses can't bear
The stench of economy's dying beat.
When men can't thump...
Sonnet 4 - What Money Can Buy
This spirit, prisoner of quietness
For more than two long months, doth newly rise
From silent depths, and to the high address
Of Love and Poetry his wailing cries
Of Solitude impart, with hands...
Sonnet: Virginal Desire
Sonnet on the Problem of Writing Sonnets
The sonnet is a simple form. Or forms,
for there are several—some pained, some wry,
some hoary in their rhyme scheme, some quite spry
Sonnet: On Sonnets
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