Sunday, November 12, 2017

Monya does meter (for like the first time ever on this blog)

Petrarchan sonnet:

Follows: abba abba for the first eight lines and then either cdecde or cdccdc


Did you know Emily Lazarus's “Colossus” is a Petrarchan Sonnet? I didn’t. Turns out the entire poem reads:


Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

Anyway. This needs editing but like, so do all of my posts. This is also for A. Turn out A inspires a lot of poetry in me.



a) The shameless ease with which she wears her body
b) Was matched only by her guiltless smile
b) Not naive, but laughing and free of guile
a) She wears gold, paints her lips scarlet, gaudy
a) On anyone else. But she earnestly
b) Embraces herself. Her charm tactile
b) Hanging in pregnant air, prehensile
a) Grabbing my attention, joy embodied.


c) I leave tomorrow, I must always go
c) Never before her, has leaving felt so
d) Bittersweet. Like all my joy has left me.
d) It's hanging off her form. She's sticky
c) Sweet syrup. I am the setting sun low
c) On day. I wish earth’s turning would slow.

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