Sonnet of the Sweet Complaint Never let me lose the marvel of your statue-like eyes, or the accent the solitary rose of your breath places on my cheek at night. I am afraid of being, on this shore, a branchless trunk, and what I most regret is having no flower, pulp, or clay for the worm of my despair. If you are my hidden treasure, if you are my cross, my dampened pain, if I am a dog, and you alone my master, never let me lose what I have gained, and adorn the branches of your river with leaves of my estranged Autumn. This has to be my favorite poet. Anyone else like his work?
I know the poet's name but have not studied his work... thanks for sharing. May have to look him up. This was a beautiful poem. branchless trunk... very moving. Vetty
