‘SCORN NOT THE
SONNET’
R.M. Challa
No, not the ice that scorches the skin, nor the sun that cools the blood, not even the flower that breaks the bones-such images as are the source of modern poetry’s proud power - the sane sweet sonnet of old needs to sing! Plain speaking and high thinking set the tone for the Sonnet wherein sense is everything.
Yes, the sounds-sense continuum is its lone splendour, even as its letter and spirit fuse life mortal and love immortal within the sublimation of the soulful muse thriving on its emotion genuine...
Oh worthy Wordsworth, we know your words, worth: ‘Scorn not the sonnet’, hail its deathless birth!