o sweet spontaneous sun
how often has
the
crude
egotism of
doting sonneteers branded
you theirs, forced
ownership unto your rampant
brilliance, degrading
your
lustre to mere syntax. how
often have they robbed you of
your blinding
distinction, lipping
foolish consonants of
flattery that you might darken
to a pitiful blush
(and you seared in answer,
never sated only in
sheen)
â
format from e.e. cumming's
"o sweet spontaneous"