National Poetry Month

[brigdh]

Janus: Sonnet by John M. Ford

Sufficient time for faith and miracles
We find we cannot fit into our days;
And nothing's left at all that joyous dwells
Inside the heart. The spark of spirit stays
Too small for dreamburst, and all earth may prove
Inadequate for art. No human is
This potent all alone and fear kills love...
Love kills fear, and alone; all-potent, this.
No human is inadequate for art,
For dreamburst; and all earth may prove too small.
The spark of spirit stays inside the heart
That joyous dwells, and nothing's left at all
We cannot fit into our days. We find
For faith and miracles, sufficient time.

Comments

[hamsterwoman]

Ooh, this is really neat! (I just read it forward and backward like three times...)

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

Ha, me too! I had to do the exact same thing the first time I read this.