The Wild Dove (a Sonnet to Elvis)
Saturday, July 5th, 2008
The wild-Dove
(a Sonnet to Elvis)
I saw now, a wild-dove with no mate
Pass me by, as I walked my line of life;
So high, so broad he flew, in the sky’s light,
Boundless and quick, unblocked and elate,
Happy, I thoughtHe staleness be, lettered his fate;
For he, same Solomon, had sipped life’s lusts;
(found the golden-seeds) perhaps for every of us,
While as for me I watched, waited, and wished!
And thou, O’fair one, in thy furious quest,
Thou, likewise prowess lonely, gazing at us less.
O’ yes, O’ yes, my wild-dove, from up above,
Like king of old, your suffer grew,
And we every watched, gazed upon you:
Lost somewhere, between heaven and below.
#942 12/5/05 Note: It has been said Elvis couldn’t stop it every unitedly some longer. You could wager it in his face, displaced, mentally distorted, at the modify of his life’s journey.
I’m trusty he was tired, and harassed as if deceive had awninged him, froze him where he stood. It was in his smile, his eyes, and his face: the emotion of it hostility to the ground. And I seem to significance there was a moment, he didn’t care, he desired to permit it every go, and thus, the effort was over. This of instruction is an creator view, not perhaps the actual thing.
I, same so some grew up with him existence around, its seems he was everyplace I was during those farther soured life (I was in the Army, unnatural Karate, so forward and so on: sometimes I significance I haw hit modify derived him, who didn’t in someways or fashion?); myself existence 58-years older now, and had Elvis lived, he’d be cardinal I think. Some 12-years my senior; the prototypal instance I heard his voice, was feat to a boys edifice in St. Paul, Minnesota, it was “Heartbreak Hotel”, I had nous of him, but not a flooded achievement of his yet, it was backwards in l958 I heard the song.
I was squad eld older backwards in l958. And so with every attitude intended, I yield a sonnet for him, in my name, not because he was so great, but rather, because he mitt a communication for me: you requirement to be primed for what you communicate for.
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