Sonnets from the Cherokee (I)
My heart is like an opal, flashing fire
And flaming gleams of pointed light
At thy approach; or lying cold and white
When thou art gone; robbed of a dream's desire
Is left moon-white and dull; no darting flame
Or sapphire gleam to mark a sweet suspense.
But only still, benumbed indifference
Unwaked at thy soft whisper of my name.
Come now, I tire of waiting to know love;
Teach me to scorn indifference white and dim
For I would drain fate's cup of joy or strife;
Would play to the lost chord the vibrant hymn
That passion sings; my heart lifted above
Dull apathy; pulsating; knowing Life.
This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on November 7, 2021, by the Academy of American Poets.
About this Poem
“Sonnets from the Cherokee” appeared in University of Oklahoma Magazine 10, no. 11 (January 1922).
Ruth Muskrat Bronson
Ruth Muskrat Bronson, also known as Ruth Margaret Muskrat, was born on October 3, 1897, in the Delaware Nation Reservation.
Date Published: 1922-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/sonnets-cherokee-i