"Venus and Anchises" by William Blake Richmond‘To My Wife, Suzi Venus’ by Tod Benjamin The Society October 2, 2018 Beauty, Poetry 6 Comments a Petrarchan sonnet Life’s hills have been trampled since first we met, That mad, magic moment long years ago, When your smile lit fires in the candle’s glow And trapped me forever in Venus’ net. Though with time we’ve mellowed, grown peaceful, yet Your power’s still as potent. Wherever I go, I do what I must, not doubt what I know. I’m steeled by your love, there’s no guilt to regret, Because, love, you’re you. Years dare do no harm. Lines, fuller figure, fine silvering hair, Your inborn beauty but enhance. Though death Tried one vicious attack on your heart, calm Surgical hands made light of the affair. Azrael shall not, while I live, steal your breath. Tod Benjamin lives in Bournemouth, England, and is a retired businessman who, after years of globetrotting in the chemical business, wintered in Florida as a retiree golfer until forced to give up golf. He has written, for his own pleasure over many years, short stories, essays, novels, and, whenever he has to express a cry from his heart, poetry. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” 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 Sally Cook October 2, 2018 A lovely poem. Reply Tod Benjamin November 1, 2018 Thank you, Sally. For me, a sonnet is a special cry from the heart! Tod Reply James Sale October 2, 2018 Yes, Sally is right – a lovely poem and I especially like that arcane reference to Azrael in the final line. But equally I am intrigued – of all the gin joints in all the world!!! Can it be another poet writing from Bournemouth in England? Me too Tod and we certainly have not met! What a small world! The next thing is, you’ll be telling me you live in Queen’s Park and you’re 7 houses down the road. Reply Tod Benjamin November 1, 2018 Hall James, Thanks for the kind comment on the sonnet. With regard to Bournemouth, no not Queen’s Park but only a few minutes walk away, nearer to the Stour. And I must put you right! We have in fact met, though we didn’t have the opportunity to chat on that occasion. We both attended a hotel gathering of the RSA in Bournemouth – was it the Hallmark? Reply David Hollywood October 2, 2018 What a lovely poem and effort. Your wife must be thrilled, and congratulations upon such a wonderful appreciation of a loved one. Reply Tod Benjamin November 1, 2018 Thank you, David. Reply Leave a Reply 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.