Sonnet, after Shakespeare’s Fifty-Fifth Not copper, touched by sea, how time will coat, Nor prince at play, his folly fresh in mind, Will subjects be when verses care to dote On each aspect of you I lovely find. When statues of my peoples’ pride shall fade, Crumbling their final scraps of liberty, And Mars his sword for blink of fire does trade, My words will long gift you infinity. If all the nations destined be to burn, Leave this to clay the future may decode, That once the world held beauty, they would learn Through how I etched simply what you were owed. So, till the judgement in favors shall spread, Let live your heart where it my own had led.
On Revisiting the Songs of my Country I look into the Old which once was New. I hear a voice singing with youthful glee That hums from memory when all was free In thoughts of childhood; little I knew Of cost that saw countryman’s lives accrue - How absent song had caused me not to see. Now, I’m enthralled in it. These songs of thee, America! why shed thy passion true To take us up, and filter forth through land Our driving souls for change? Look! there’s the pilgrim, His feet are splashing foamy froth ‘pon sand; And pioneers, with wagons full to brim, At night encamp; their fires how hot they brand Spirit alive and well - though verse runs slim.
Ryan P. Tunison is a poet devoted to the investigation of traditional versification, and the perfection of his craft. He holds a Bachelors in English Literature from Caldwell University, where he worked as editor for the campus literary magazine, Calyx. His poetry has appeared in Snapdragon: A Journal of Art & Healing and The Minisons Project. Many of his poems can be read on his Instagram page, @ryanptunison.