A Sonnet to The Poet

To you who art most living with the word

Who hides in the shadows of Time and Death

I’ll pay a fine tribute that thou incurred

When thou communed thine heart, thine soul, thine breath

To bring into life your sorrowful mind

and foolhardy influence to tongue is spread

A great tinge of charm to all of mankind

To half the world you are butter and bread

And I’ve come to know your desperation

As you have become the author of mine

But I will learn from your sad damnation

I won’t become lost in the ache of time

So to the master who brought me great cheer

Thy name I care not, de Vere or Shakespeare