Before reading tonight's sonnet it's worthwhile going here for an interview at NPR with the composer John Adams. He has interesting things to say about the formal aspects of music and about Emily Dickinson, whose poetry he's used in his most recently completed work, Harmonium.
Sonneteer in Love
There's nothing different in these lines tonight,
Nothing that someone better hasn't said
In better ways so often that a blight
Has settled on the thought and left it dead.
Like all the poets mooning over stars
I wonder whether you—a poet's love—
Could finally turn away from loud guitars
And wander wondering that the stars above
Shine on us both at once. Such sweet conceit
I think I'm like to die, except that trope
Is used so much I must concede defeat—
It's worn too thin to be a hanging rope.
I'm glad to live, since things should be much worse.
You do love me, despite this hackneyed verse.
10:57:30 PM 
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