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A Sonnet: On Love and its Time

By Katherine Colborn

The aches that love will cause man’s heart are great,

But none so hard to bear as time, the fiend

Too late be loves that grow from biased hate

Too swift are those which through mere lust are dreamed

Like any two with love and lust be wild,

Their questions posed are always then the same:

How can we make our fired hearts be mild?

When is it that, for sure, we’ll know love’s name?

So tied to earth are we, we cannot part

From hunger, born of law-incented haze.

In such an act, we do deprive our heart

A love which only time and God can raise.

True love will have no time of death or birth-

And should it not be true, then chained to earth.

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Were it to be

By: Kevin Tighe

Were it to be green:

Green as the grenade,

Green as the grass,

Green as the past;

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Were it to be green:

Green as full paid cash,

Green as the austere splash,

Green as the caste;

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Then, and only then, would it be a reality.

Then—and only then—would it be real.

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Real.

Real as a Smile.

Real.

Real as a Child.

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I will ask you, though and however,

Would it be clever?

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Clever as, say:

Yellow?

I ought to argue no.

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Were it to be yellow:

Yellow as the sunglow,

Yellow as the flower grove,

Yellow as the noon show;

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Were it to be yellow:

Yellow as lemon,

Yellow as lion,

Yellow as light.

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Then, and only then, would it not do.

Then—and only then—would it not do.

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What of, this you might say:

Red?

Nay.

Red won’t grow.

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Were it to be red:

Red as the Lost Paradise,

Red as the Lost Sand,

Red as the Lost Man;

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Then, and only then, would it not do.

Then—and only then—would it not do.

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But, perhaps, it could be,

Yes, of course, it could be:

A blue—a blue of some shade.

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Were it to be blue:

Blue as your clichéd sky,

Blue as the river gone wild,

Blue as your wave goodbye.

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Were it to be blue:

Blue as your eyes,

Blue as your teary cries,

Blue as your mountain climb.

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Stop.

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Yes, at here we must stop,

At here let us yield the plot.

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These words may have been fallible

—my claims chastise-able.

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I will simply say this,

This, and the words in the above bliss:

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Let it be as it shall be.

To be seen as it should be seen.

For the color is for one, and one only:

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You.

Not I.

You, and your eye.

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And we’re back.

The Xavier Athenaeum is back like hopscotch on Saturdays.

This site will be used to exhibit some of the publication’s best works as well as pieces from our editorial staff and event announcements. To us, creativity is key so we hope you enjoy. Like that one guy said, “You can’t wait for inspiration, you have to go after it with a club.”

I’ll warn you, not all of the pieces featured by the Athenaeum are ABC Family approved. But hey, we just don’t want to put a limit to what people wanna say–that’s all. Simple precaution there. Nonetheless, not every piece will be inappropriate in the least bit.

Now that we’ve got that established, we hope you enjoy what is to come. We also have a facebook, a twitter and Xavier website; we’d love it if you checked them all out.

Peace,

Kevin Tighe

Co President & Editor-in-Chief