2/10/16

Sonnet (from "50 Sonnets") - Eleanor Brown

Not if you crawled from there to here, you hear?
Not if you begged me, on your bleeding knees.
Not if you lay exhausted at my door,
and pleaded with me for a chance.
Not if you wept (am I making this clear?)
or found a thousand different words for 'Please',
ten thousand for 'I’m sorry'; I’d ignore
you so sublimely; every new advance
would meet with such complete indifference.
Not if you promised me fidelity.
Not if you meant it. What impertinence,
then, is this voice that murmurs, 'What if he
didn’t? That isn’t his line of attack.
What if he simply grinned, and said, I’m back?'

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