THE FEAST OF SIGHT
An incomplete sonnet written after the Master's Exams 1965. #feastofsightkhalique THE FEAST OF SIGHT How often have you thrown a feast of sight So soft and sweet and how often have I, Fondling long the taste of that delicious pie, Feasted full, still whetting my appetite. How often have I drunk the deep delight Of that brooklet that runs from eye to eye. And often from those slumberous cups you shy Those sleepy beams on me that sleep invite.
An incomplete sonnet written in 1965 just after the Masters exam