Eyewear is very glad to offer readers a new sonnet by Peter Oswald . It's very beautiful, I think. Sonnet She’s somewhere in the house. I will not go To find her, right now. Let her be alone, We will meet later, so I can be slow, Not even bother with the phone, Or shrieking of a child or animal, Unless insistent. I will often stir For no good reason, she is beautiful, Focus my vacant gaze to look for her, As if love was a novel I was loving, Left in the wrong place, under towels or something, And it concerns me, it will tell my ending, Like a sky full of fires. But for the time being, Let her be everywhere, fill all the rooms With various possible sweet and bitter dooms. poem by Peter Oswald; published with permission of the author.
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