"Fall of Satan" by Gustave DorFour Petrarchan Sonnets by Peter Austin The Society April 17, 2021 Culture, Humor, Poetry 9 Comments . . On a Starred Night derived from a George Meredith poem On a starred night, Prince Lucifer uprose; From smoke and stink and howl of the distraught And sulphur stench and brimstone, change he sought. Garbed in inconspicuous human clothes, He walked abroad, but not a one of those To whom he spoke of finer stuff was wrought Than them who burned below. All cared for naught But the opportunity to impose Their will upon the weak, women be they Or youth, unversed in self-protectiveness, Or elderly and palsied: easy prey For them who aim to swindle or dis-dress. Back down below, the Devil went his way And left the human jungle to its mess. . . Respectability inspired by a sonnet by Jennie Porter Arnold Life is too short, dear love, for heated feeling, For shrill reproach, uttered in bitter tone And execrative oath and platter thrown That, misdirected, may bring down the ceiling Or leave behind a half-done meal, congealing. Can you not see our neighbour, still as stone, Grasping in ghoulish hands an ear-trombone, To the adjoining wall adroitly kneeling? Let us, therefore, muffle our animus, Fling feathers, Styrofoam, or paper platters (After we’ve eaten), sotto voce cuss And, in between, speak balderdash that flatters; Respectability, we’ll garner thus, And, darling, isn’t that what really matters? . . If You Must with apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning If you must love me, let it be for nought Except for love’s sake only. Do not say ‘I love him for his smile, his look, his way Of speaking, his upstanding cast of thought;’ Nor puff up how implacably he sought Your down-soft hand on that most wondrous day When, in your presence, stood on feet of clay, With unexpressed emotion overwrought, He stuttered out his love. But, if you must, Say only this, ‘My appetite he whetted By his cavemanly snoring (so robust!) And greasy hair (so long it should be netted!), But most of all, he woke to life my lust By just how much his manly armpits sweated.’ . . The Morning After developed from a sonnet by Julia Dorr Come, blessed nighttime, come and bring your balm For eyes grown weary of the working day! Come in the sequined suit of a DJ, With rap-speed patter rout the evening calm, The hush of twilight, dull as an ashram! For then, tis time for such as me to play, In drunken glee to dance the night away, Untroubled by the least digestive qualm. But, Oh, the morning after, when I needs Must put, once more, my shoulder to the wheel, Accomplishing a hundred workday deeds Like every other nine-to-five schlemiel, While my pulsing, hungover headpiece pleads For a dusky hush and a place to heal! . . Peter Austin is a retired Professor of English who lives in Toronto with his younger two daughters. 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 disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which 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. Please see our Comments Policy here. 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) 9 Responses C.B. Anderson April 17, 2021 I liked them all, Peter. In general, your concatenations of phrases & clauses tend to exhaust the possibilities of factors in play that relate to the simple subject/predicate skeleton of the sentences. Your diction & syntax impart to these poems a very literate/literary feeling, though without a trace of pretentiousness; the occasional barbs and dark images are delightful. But this, as I have observed over the past decade or so, is how you always write: with subtlety, complete clarity, aptness of expression and perfect closure. Reply Peter Austin April 17, 2021 C.B.: Thank you very much for the feedback. I don’t think my work has ever been appreciated by anyone as much as you, and I truly delight in your encouragement. Peter Reply C.B. Anderson April 17, 2021 You are a master of the craft, Peter, whether other readers have acknowledged it or not. I should add: Your subject matter is always engaging in a way few other authors even approach. You are in the reader’s face, unapologetic, direct, and unafraid of upsetting an applecart or two. Although I might have a few skills of my own, I can’t imagine having written some of the things I’ve seen from you — poignancy, concinnity and universality all at once. Susan Jarvis Bryant April 17, 2021 Peter, I thoroughly enjoyed these sonnets. I like C.B.’s spot on observation that “Your diction & syntax impart to these poems a very literate/literary feeling”. This fine quality adds to the wit of the works, which have given me a huge Saturday afternoon smile. Thank you! Reply C.B. Anderson April 17, 2021 When you smile, Susan, the whole world smiles with you. It’s our good luck that so many good poets have chosen to bring light into these pages. I find it hard to delete many of these offerings from my inbox, even though I like to keep my active posts down to about twelve. Right now I’m sitting on around twenty-six of them. Fourteen to go. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant April 17, 2021 C.B., I am thrilled and inspired by the sheer volume and the high standard of the poetry on SCP of late. This fact, together with the generous, informative and entertaining comments, make the SCP the prime place to be for anyone whose passion lies in poetry. I’m proud to be a member. Paul Freeman April 17, 2021 The consistency in quality of your sonnets is extremely impressive, Peter. Reply C.B. Anderson April 18, 2021 You sometimes exhibit a knack for understatement, Paul. Reply Dave Whippman April 21, 2021 Skilful work. The word “schlemiel” took me back about 60 years, when my dad used the term to describe some of his business associates! 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.