Poetry Jealousy

Jealousy - Sonnet (II)

Stefano d'Urbino AS XXXII

• A jealousy is tearing me up inside
• Its hissing roaring flames hide carefully
• Until cindered shell am I upon the tide
• Green boiled o'er to blackest black I be

• Thence I be an automaton and think nought
• Saying much to cover devilish sign
• While with cunning and resourcefulness I wrought
• No gain apart from grief in my design

• A hand may I cause to quiver or be wrung
• A face may crumble, pyramid to dust
• Name may be sullied and happy mind undone
• Tear fall eye to cheek with remembered lust

• But revenging hand or face, name, mind or tear
• Gives a cindered hollow shell but hollow cheer.