The Sonneteer and His Principle of Relativity

He dreams of words, words furiously thrown
Beyond the clutching gravity of Time;
So passionately interlocked in rhyme
They take on flight and being of their own.
Above his mundane, gross and cloudy zone
He sees them pierce inertia, soar, and climb
Along great arcs of love and anger; blown
Ablaze like comets in the dark sublime.
Why not? Two colons, four apostrophes,
Two semi-colons and two periods,
Two dashes and one hyphen, if you please,
Might put my name among the deathless gods.
These (and the words) and just a twice-used comma
Make up On Looking Into Chapman's Homer .
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