This is the second in a set of sonnets(using the last line from the previous sonnet for the first line of this) in this series of sonnets examining the sonnet form itself and its respective fathers, Petrarch, and then after him, the Bard Shakespeare. I penned initially on Shakespeare, and reflecting further, a week later, on my 14th day of sonneteering daily for a year, finally wrote on the Prince of that 14-line delicacy himself.
According to my limited studies in Charles Tomlinson's Essay on the Sonnet, Petrarch's friends reportedly questioned his distraction over his Laura, asking whether he loved the lady herself or "L'aura". To which he replied he loved Laura herself. I propose that we, or at least myself, are so fond of more or less light itself, seeming to forever seek it; myself loving its effects on the natural world as well as the philosophical, hence my suggestion.
(sonnet # CCCXX)
Alas, dear Petrarch, pardon my offence.
My love is as intense, for L'aura too
Methinks, though not the person who'd imbue
Your waking moments, dance in eminence
Through all your dreams and thoughts, her excellence
Infusing ev'ry pore to sing her due,
With worship which would never let you woo
But from afar with dulcet eloquence.
Yet Love forever calls the sonneteer
To his refrains, and e'er anon remains
Its golden thread...with light. Transcendent sphere
Unwitting? lures, how L'aura nigh constrains
To chase with ecstasy its ways, so dear;
And yet eludes, too high, our grasp profanes.
16Nov11
Laura or l'aura , that is the question . For both intrigue and titillate the senses , for both are grandeur's second name ...your sonnets sizzle and grab the mind in a musical note ....