Three sonnets by Robert Thomas (poetry, ’02) appear in disquieting muses quarterly:


Sonnet with Electricity and Glass Doors

I watch you walk out of our house, take off
your clothes, lie on the lawn, look at the stars,
and turn into a harp. Night flows through you,
and a blue music …. I can’t imagine
your sorrow or your rapture. Sprawled beyond
the thick glass doors, you become both ancient
and electric, vibrating in the ebb

. . . to continue reading “Sonnet with Glass Door and Electricity,” as well as two more of Thomas’s sonnets, click here.

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