White Bread Blues: Sonnet for a Long-ago Love
Now is the age when memory is sweetest
The heart going to the time when wearing pearls
was magic before it was cause for grief
played over and over and over
The same befores and afters, the same
first the love, then the pearls, then the grief.
Grief then, had all the all time charm.
In the end, now, when treasured companion
of the heart is memory of love and pearls,
when longest debate over lovely lust
is cause for warmest regard
when sheer possession of memory sweeps all argument aside
makes equal the foolish and the fine,
there grief and pearls and love abide.
The heart going to the time when wearing pearls
was magic before it was cause for grief
played over and over and over
The same befores and afters, the same
first the love, then the pearls, then the grief.
Grief then, had all the all time charm.
In the end, now, when treasured companion
of the heart is memory of love and pearls,
when longest debate over lovely lust
is cause for warmest regard
when sheer possession of memory sweeps all argument aside
makes equal the foolish and the fine,
there grief and pearls and love abide.
Mary Norbert Korte
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