Let me not, ever, to the marriage in Cana
Of Galilee admit the slightest sentiment
Of doubt about the astonishing and sustaining manna
Of chance and choice to throw a shadow's element
Of disbelief in truth -- Love is not love
Nor is the love of love its truth in consciousness
If it can be made hesitant by any crow or dove or
.................seeming angel or demon from above or from below
Or made more than it is knows itself to be by the authority
.................of any ministry of love.

O no -- it is the choice of chances and the chancing of
.................all choice -- the wine
which was the water may be sickening, unsatisfying or
.................sour
A new barbiturate drawn from the fattest flower
That prospers green on Lethe's shore. For every hour
Denies or once again affirms the vow and the ultimate
.................tower
Of aspiration which made Ulysses toil so far away from
.................home
And then, for years, strive against every wanton desire,
.................sea and fire, to return across the.
.................ever-threatening seas
A journey forever far beyond all the vivid eloquence
.................of every poet and all poetry.

--Delmore Schwartz

I'm not sure what the point of this post is, but this doesn't look like a sonnet to me.

Because it's beautiful. And, that's its title.

A nudder'un

Yeats Died Saturday In France

Yeats died Saturday in France.
Freedom from his animal
Has come at last in alien Nice,
His heart beat separate from his will:
He knows at last the old abyss
Which always faced his staring face.

No ability, no dignity
Can fail him now who trained so long
For the outrage of eternity,
Teaching his heart to beat a song
In which man's strict humanity,
Erect as a soldier, became a tongue.
.

became a tongue. um.