"Concert at the Palace" by Johann Georg Platzer‘The Concert’ by Lynn Michael Martin The Society April 9, 2018 Beauty, Music, Performing Arts, Poetry 6 Comments A sonnet of longing and of a glimpse of hope. July 17, 2016. We looked imploring to the starless sky; we worlds and worlds of darkness, seeking light, that we might momently forget our night; for that strange hope we held, we knew not why. And then it came, and then our tiring eye it overwhelmed in one bright burst of white— one moment it eclipsed all other light, and passed again, and left an empty sky. And oh! for ages our best fires might burn; for ages store in hope their dear-bought strength, yet die unheeded, lost in one such sight! Come, let us leave these meager things, and turn, and where the true heart leads us; there, at length, our tear-washed eyes may drink eternal light. Lynn Michael Martin is a student of British literature who lives in Hagerstown, MD. He has a special interest in the sonnet and the Romantic poets. His work has appeared in the Journal of Inventive Literature and the Curator, and he is a student editor of the Hedge Apple Magazine. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who harasses or disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comment or comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 6 Responses James Sale April 9, 2018 I like this poem a lot; it creates a strange mystery at the same time as speaking very clearly. Very accomplished indeed. Reply Amy Foreman April 9, 2018 Your iambic pentameter is spot on and not forced–very well done, Mr. Martin! Looking forward to seeing more of your work in the future! Reply David Paul Behrens April 9, 2018 Very heavy, indeed. Well written. Reply Lorna Davis April 9, 2018 Beautiful! Reply David Watt April 10, 2018 A truly melodic sonnet. Beautiful to read and read again. Reply David Hollywood April 10, 2018 Oddly, very enjoyable poem, well done. Reply Leave a Reply to Amy Foreman Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.