A Sonnet About Emrys*
Shall I compare him to starless
nights?
He is the void, the beautiful abyss
And no one can forget the fearful
sights—
Nay, nor recognize anything amiss
In their altered thoughts and
crystalline dreams—
Imposed by his intense magnificence:
The reversed brightness like a dark
moon's dreams,
Beguiling as wishes, rich as
incense.
O Emrys, how above us all you are:
How above our wisdom, your simplest
thought;
How above our heads as the distant
star
How above our might, in cosmic
battles fought.
Yet though we cannot match you,
matchless sir,
We love you with a love that's pure
as purr.
*The older of my two black cats: Emrys, who was named for Merlin.
Who was lately sitting in the sun
with my Shakespeare Omnibus, which he had just finished reading and was in the midst of contemplating,
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