I'm jumping on the bandwagon with this partenza represa about life. I've tried to be formally pure and have also "linked" stanzas with repetitions; finally, the poem begins and ends with the same four words. I am interested in whether you think this works as poem or philosophical statement:
The one I love has faces two
Two aspects twined, a golden cord
A golden cord and Waterloo
And Waterloo lies unexplored.
Lies unexplored because I fear
Because I fear the dark unknown
Unknown although it lingers here
Here by the crop of tares I've sown.
Of tares I've sown, I've some regret
I've some regret for my misdeeds,
Misdeeds my fellow men abet,
Abet by watering the weeds.
The weeds of ignorance that grow,
That grow to trees if given time.
If given time, hands mute and slow
Slow mock me so in pantomime.
In pantomime are secrets locked.
Are secrets locked we must not see?
We must not see and we are blocked,
And we are blocked so studiedly.
So studiedly, the hand of Fate
The hand of Fate coils in her glove,
Her glove that hides 'til much too late
Too late to leave the one I love.
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