What maketh bards delineate the fairer sex,
Whilst the withering, ephemeral bouquet?
Doth portray sanity—inner traits,
Else the bewitching statute?
Oh, winged boy! Whither begone art thou,
Devoured of bards’ sanity—poetic reasoning.
Methinks insane compare, loitering Phoebe
Of waxing, waning—alas, crescent!
Captivating eyes, enticing countenance of traits,
Mesmerizing words oft maketh spell on bards.
Hardly be a lamp lit with water;
Akin to it, portraying is the illusionary love.
Perhaps thought may, sans language—
Bards lack not, depicting the fairer sex.
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Online) - Published: March 9th, 2026 13:08
- Comment from author about the poem: This reflective sonnet questions the poetic tradition of idealizing women through exaggerated metaphors. Addressing Cupid and invoking Phoebe’s waxing and waning moon, the poem critiques the irrational comparisons that “bards” employ in their praise. The poem suggests that such portrayals resemble attempting to light a lamp with water.
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