The Deronda Review
TWO SONNETS ON THE DERONDA REVIEW
1) Frost and the Deronda Review
Too many forays in the Deronda Review
Landed me like Frost "after apple picking".
The heady climb in those heights sent me tripping -
My sense of balance went askew.
I had had too much of tasting verse -
The fragrant, the pungent, the bitter, the sweet -
In a thousand thousand words was I over-immersed -
It would take - to unravel - a long, long sleep.
Once, though, in the dark pre-dawn hour of four,
The room I sat reading in filled with light.
In part because I pondered a few, and read no more -
In part the deep stillness that hour of night.
There's no ingesting barrelsfull of rhyme,
And, to be truly savored, poetry needs a poetic time.
2) On First Reading "The Deronda Review"
I cannot put this journal down -
The beauty crowds so -
I will go back - take it slow -
Plant excitement on firmer ground.
With settled heart will I then cry out:
Of youth and goodness slain, of swallows, earth and spring -
Just look at what they write about!
In a jaded medium, unjaded voices sing!
Pouring our their soul for the lost and the living,
Truth and faith, including doubt, are one.
Almost a new language is here beginning,
As they write to reclaim "the wisdom of the sun".
Happy am I who never thought to be so surprised -
Happy am I with poetry's tears in my eyes.