Bio Note: I live in New York City and divide my time between painting and writing…Lately, it’s memoir and many many sonnets. Two new ones are attached, and there are more in a new chapbook called Fledgeling (Word Tech Communications), available from big bad Amazon.
Upside down sonnet beginning with lines by W. H. Auden
“If equal affection cannot be, let the most loving one be me.” Suppose the person you adore Looks at you with an indifferent eye. Be grateful. Do not fret or cry. Lucky is the person who loves more. Dread the verb “to hurt,” and the tricky way it works or doesn’t work. “You hurt me.” “I’m hurting.” Which is worse? A lover swears he’ll stay, though the way you carry on may be humorless and grim. You should affirm the same, but can’t bring yourself to say you’ll stay with him.
The Sonnet of Jocelyn Bell Burnell
In no home economics class will a pulsar be discovered. Never has one been seen clad in a diaper. No pulsar treat has been displayed or sold at any Bake Sale run by the peacenik PTA for the benefit of our town’s recently arrived and still under-served families. Nor, in Stockholm, have we ever praised the person or the name of Jocelyn Bell Burnell, the discoverer of pulsars. We must celebrate right here, right now the Mother of that throbbing body. Oh, annunciating angel—First human being of any gender to have seen and known how strong, how bright, how strange, how far the pulsars are.
©2021 Sarah White
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