Desdemona, my fair Desdemona,
at the whisper of that enchanted word,
my heart trembles like the frantic flutter
of the wings of a terrified bird,
trapped, stuck fast to a sticky laglie stick;
Desdemona, Desdemona, my dear,
my heart races at the sweet sound
of that name, like a trepid hart or timid hare
runs before the hungry hound,
hunted, haunted, pathetic prey to Aphrodite's edict.
Will love be true, will you be true, amour?
Or will passion or prejudice or jealousy,
tragic predilection predict, make of the blackamoor
strange fruit upon the hanging tree.
Copyright ©2001 by G. Newton V. Chance
- G. NEWTON V. CHANCE
- George Newton Vivian Chance (Trinidad and Tobago) -- member of the Poet Society of Trinidad and Tobago, http://poetssocietytt.blogspot.com/ and the World Poets Society, http://world-poets.blogspot.com/ -- born in Tobago on 3rd March 1957. While residing at Rio Claro was inspired to write over a hundred poems at the turn of the Millennium. Hobbies include playing wind instruments, building computers, observing nature, reading and writing poetry. Believes that the power of a song is in its ability to evoke emotions by the marriage of lyric and music but that music without lyric can be just as powerful, that lyric without music can also be just as powerful, that there is music in the lyric and that lyric can be simple yet profound. Also, in this the age of computers, would like to model his lines after simple and efficient code and, analogous to Object Oriented Programming, achieve most of his imagery from nouns and verbs, avoiding the bloat and excess of unnecessary adjectives. This is what he aspires to attain in his poetry.
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