Too coy the haiku- Horatian the ode,
A villanelle reels- a limerick’s too light;
A little lugubrious, for me, the ballad,
Too desperate to soar the elegy’s height.
No, to page and poet, a prayer’s the sonnet-
Witness Dante, Shakespeare, Milton, Petrarch-
An incensed chapel, pregnant silence on it,
Framing so aptly the clear Divine Spark
Of Spenser and Hopkins, Larkin and Donne,
Yeats, Heaney, Shelley, Frost, Keats and Gray,
Their temples high-built, sweet oratories sung.
So, for clarion truth and harmony pray,
Like Blessed Emily’s, both keen and strong,
In this “dark world and wide”, for a little song.
~ Stephen Lang