In 19NOW- I- KNOW and Before

 

My poems were written and many question marks

Were drawn in silence.  Were there answers then?

The quandary:  How much of me should I impart?

How much of heart expose and then defend?

 

What were the things that one must do?  Then came

The answers without questions, words without

Their letters.  Meanings lost inside a frame

Of distance, time, pervading shades of doubt.

 

Now, here we are and all these memories.

To questions never asked, your answers come

So freely.  Time has cured anxieties.

But tell me, what of us can there become?

 

To love I wanted then, you now consent;

The poem is here, but sadly, the time was then.

 

 

Barbara Benjamin

English Sonnet

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