
YOUNG, AND YET A RELIC
I try to learn the prose
of life, but my slavish
Reproduction of its speech
is wooden; lavish
Praise born of compassionate
searching is all
I understand. Shall I compare
thee? Yes.
I liken you to love you,
to believe the loveliness
Your nakedness displays
might be proved
By some revealing counterpart,
might be true.
With metaphors and
allusions, I feel for you.