Poems (Bibesco)/Sonnet

by Elizabeth Bibesco

For works with similar titles, see Sonnet.

SONNET

Into the pitiless silver of the nightWhen all the world is powdered by the moon,And day's warm shadows, frozen into light,Forget the drowsy comfort of the noon,Into the pitiless white of the harsh flameThat you called love, well-knowing it was death,With open eyes and arms outstretched I came,Kneeling to know the blessing of your breath,Icily blowing from the core of heat,That was my spirit since it came from you,It was my victory and the defeatOf all the sweet evasions that I knew,Through the ordeal of silver and of whiteMy soul has gained the freedom of the night.