Group Analytic Contexts, Issue 77, September 2017

Newsletter – Autumn 2017 123
Derek Love
SONNETS
On desire being in doubt
Thou sayest that I do not love enough
“Prove to me that thy passion doth not slake”
But let me in thy chamber, thee to stuff
Then proof shall be thy “cease now, I do ache”.
If all the lovers of mythic renown
Were called to serve thee well and then be caught,
Then even if they were all melted down
Beside my lust for thee ‘twould seem but naught.
The noble phoenix is all burned and spent,
Yet rises in the morn to fly anew,
So does desire for you, so truly meant,
These feelings in my loins each day renew.
And lest thee think your body’s all I want,
I’d like to say it isn’t, but I can’t.
For Ms D F
With your long blonde hair and your eyes of blue,
A blue of sun through stained glass window sky,
The many things I always get from you
Are sorrows antonymous cause to sigh.
In your tower you lie and dream of love,
How love may move the ground you stand upon,
To wish and not to wish for what comes of,
So long you’ve thought, ‘tis ‘nough to make you yawn.
But let your golden braid down to the earth,
From earth I’ll climb no matter what the height,
Outhanging then will surely give us mirth,
Oh, love, just let your eyes pour forth their light.
I lean on trees to still my beating heart,
Are hopes fulfilled or do they fall apart?