An Italian Sonnet by Annie Claus

Annie Claus

The building is filled to the brim with work after work

Shelf after Shelf crammed with adventure

Where shall I venture?

There is no clear path to a firework

I need something with quite a quirk

I need something as my quencher

Or else I will be led on a misadventure.

Where o where is a work with such a perk?


There! Over there I see a reflection of the light!

A beautiful binding made of gold

Only an enchanting novel could have dared

I stop in front of a book so bold

To pick it up with barely contained delight

I open the book to only be snared.