Poems, Sunrises, and Precedents

On sonnet form

times even in the grip of  trouble
get no less a sunrise than sun is capable
the capable beauty all we have
to expect— to ask more from some incompetent laughs

at the proposition we have trumped all that
from such horses as
we have pulling our wagon through the dust
which we ourselves yoked to the lead that trust—

people of  the voice though we were.
people who cannot figure
what it is we want to say  for us—

if  all we have is the form to stuff
as the end then any poem of the times comes up
capable as shining. shining or not. enveloped.