To Preface:This is a modified
villanelle. I know it reads slightly awkward -- that's intentional. If you care about what this poem means, that's something you might meditate on. Thanks for your time!
The Poem:I might pray in a church of
Danby
For the vesper in
Sunday’s Best,
And sorrow should still command me;
For the reign of a
Satan’s poesy
And my ears so astute struck deaf,
I might pray in a church of
Danby --
Then for shame of my faith, unstudied,
Though humanity’s
coalesced,
And sorrow should still command me.
Ev’ry day that my cheeks are rosy,
Ev’ry eve that I shift my breast,
I might pray in a church of
Danby --
But my heart is not strong as steely
And my hate is as cold as death,
And sorrow should still command me.
I forget that my life is easy,
As I certainly should, unless
I might pray in a church of
Danby,
And my sorrow should still command.