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| Four sonnets written to my wife between 1936 and 1940 |
| Circa 1936 |
--The first sonnet 29th April 1936
Babs 26st birthday
There is a loveliness that I shall ever see,
Creations aim, the perfectness of you,
Dawn knows no dawn, nor summer suns at sea
Can give delight as your dear eyes of blue.
The oceans depths, the heights of heavens skies,
The distances untravelled and unknown,
The friendliness of meetings, and goodbyes,
The power of men, the sceptre and the throne,
All these are nothing, part of this our age,
But I rejoice this day my dearest wife,
Your birthday brings to me and memories page,
These words in golden letters "You had Life"
Heaven has gifted earth with her divinity
And life is love, and love - eternity.
--The second sonnet 28th february 1939:
For Babs two months before Terry was born
Dear Babs, within my mind and in my heart,
More beautiful than dreams of summer days
More lovely than the suns last dying rays,
That bids farewell, farewell to all who part.
Yet none of these knows beauty more than I
Who can feel beauty, know the time
Of movement, like the distant chime
Of some cathedral bell when vespers die.
Blue heavens are not so blue as those dear eyes,
That have not seen the break of Autumn dawns,
The gossamer on trees, the dew on lawns,
The break of thunder in the wilder skies.
The love of all the world, the kind, the good.
Is God's and thine - in motherhood.
--The third sonnet 1939:
There is a happiness that springs,
Eternally from those we love,
Without the laughter and the cries,
The loudness of a quick surprise,
But gentleness and quiet move,
And in my heart all nature sings,
When dearest love, I think of thee.
When stars of night hang overhead,
T'is then my memory, haltingly,
Lives back the hours of yesteryear,
And bringing my beloved near,
Her graciousness, unfaultingly
And beauty, is like sunsets red,
When dearest love, I think of thee.
--The final sonnet, number four 1940
For Bab’s 30th birthday
Today my heart has sought you many ways,
Twix hours and moments, boldly yet so true
For time that blends into our heaven days
That grand delight of living just for you
To always be the one within your grace,
To smile with every smile, and hand in hand,
Walk down the many ways, and seek the place,
Where love and joy join in the golden band.
This is my living and this shall be
My song of happiness, thus God has gifted me,
With your beloved beauty, reverence can,
But make you dearer through the years to be,
Lift up your head, Oh my beloved, see
The beauty in this world for you and me. |
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| Terry Brewer |
Reston, VA |
| Wednesday, March 01, 2006 |
| The last sonnet is Jackie's favorite poem - it was read at her, and Burt's, wedding. |
| Posted At 8:22:11 AM |
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