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Sonnet # 8

Luis A. Estable 1958 (Oriente, Cuba)

Sonnet
I sadly sad do write today to those
Who fairness see with goodness e'er telling truth
And ugly judge as thing that much dirt throws
An has no prime, no decency, no youth.
Roses have beauty beautiful but prick.
The sun that daily shines at times quite hot.
The fairest creatures not ever the right pick
For love profound or for the marriage-knot.
The muddy ground puts forth delicious food.
The ugliest weed can feed the cow, the sheep.
And those no charm oft love in plenitude
And feel the pain of others truly deep.
         Though beauty is no saint, there are still some
         For just one rose a field of grass would crumb.
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Scheme ABABCDCDEFDFGG
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 630
Words 121
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 14
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Luis A. Estable

Luis A. Estable, poet for more than twenty years. Single, no children; originally from Cuba. Writes poems in several styles: sonnets, songs, haikus, children's verses, free style verse and more. Has published three books of poetry: " Eighty-Three Sonnets, Book One," Religious, Thirty Sonnets," "My Mind Simply Saying. All of them available on Amazon books. Has degrees from SFCC and EWU. Lives in Spokane, WA. Thinks that poetry is the most compact and beautiful expression known to man, and that a poem never reaches perfection; the work goes one and this is a good advice to keep, especially for young poets. more…

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