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POETRY. IN THE NEXT WEEKS WE SHALL LEARN VARIOUS STYLES AND FORMS OF POETRY. WE WILL ALSO DISCUSS RHYTHM, RHYME, AND METER. THE COUPLET. THERE WAS A LITTLE BOY A HE HAD HIS FAVORITE TOY A. I WISH I COULD PLAY B BUT HE DIED TODAY B .

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POETRY

IN THE NEXT WEEKS WE SHALL LEARN VARIOUS

STYLES AND FORMS OF POETRY.

WE WILL ALSO DISCUSS RHYTHM, RHYME, AND METER.

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THE COUPLET

THERE WAS A LITTLE BOY A

HE HAD HIS FAVORITE TOY A

I WISH I COULD PLAY B

BUT HE DIED TODAY B

A STANZA OR POEM CONSISTING OF 2 RHYMING

LINES.

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EPITAPH FOR SOMEONE OR OTHER

Naked I came, naked I leave the scene,

And naked was my pastime in between.

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BLANK VERSE

AND LO I SAW THERE A

THAT MAN UPON THE HILL B

SPEAK TO ME THAT I C

MIGHT FALL BACK D

UNRHYMED LINES OF ANY METER

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DECEMBER 27, 1966

Night sweat: my temperature spikes to 102

At 5 A.M.--a classic symptom--and,

Awake and shaken by an ague, I

Peep out a western window at the worn

Half-dollar of the moon, couched in the rose

And purple medium of air above

The little, distant mountains, a black line

Of gentle ox humps, flanked by greeny lights

Where a still empty highway goes. In Christmas week,

The stars flash ornamentally with the

Pure come-on of a possibility

Of peace beyond all reason, of the spheres

Engaged in an adagio saraband

Of perfect mathematic to set an

Example for the earthly, who abide

In vales of breakdown out of warranty,

The unrepairable complaint that rattles us

To death. Tonight, though, it is almost worth the price--

High stakes, and the veiled dealer vends bad cards--

To see the moon so silver going west,

So ladily serene because so dead,

So closely tailed by her consort of stars,

So far above the feverish, shivering

Nightwatchman pressed against the falling glass

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HAIKU

I WALK TO YOU NOW (5)

AS VULNERABLE AS EVER (7)

DADDY I’M SORRY (5)

A JAPANESE FORM CONSISTING OF UNRHYMED LINES OF 5,7, AND 5 SYLLABLES.

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HAIKU

Easter guard tower

Glints in sunset; convicts rest

Like lizards on rocks.

The piano man

Is stingy at 3 am

His songs drop like plum.

Morning sun slants cell.

Drunks stagger like cripple flies

On Jailhouse floor.

To write a clues song

is to regiment riots

and pluck gems from graves.

A bare pecan tree

Slips a pencil shadow down

A moonlit snow slope.

The falling snow flakes

Can not blunt the hard aches nor

Match the steel stillness.

Under moon shadows

A tall boy flashes knife and

Slices star bright ice.

In the August grass

Struck by the last rays of sun

The cracked teacup screams.

Making jazz swing in

Seventeen syllables AIN’T

No square poet’s job.

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COMMON MEASURE

YOUR SUCH A LITTLE TOAD (A)

LITTLE BROTHER OF MINE (B)

I’LL SEE YOU IN HEAVEN SOMEDAY (C)

WHERE WE BOTH SHALL DINE (B)

A QUATRAIN STANZA RHYMING ABCB

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THE WIFE OF WINTER’S TALE

She lies by the man her husband

in the high white bed,

their breathing through the dry dark farm,

his head near her head.

But far from the farm in the hills,

under the moon’s strange stare,

the wolves in hardest December

cry out through the frozen air.

The farm sleeps dark on its slope,

the woman lies by the man,

buy she is not with him there,

not under his breath or his hand

but out in the far clear cold

hills where he may not go,

where she and her glistening lover race

over a murderous snow.

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SONNETS

GENERALLY A 14 LINE POEM OF VARIOUS RHYMING

PATTERNS.

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ITALIAN SONNET

I DON’T LIKE YOU A

SO I REFUSE TO PLAY B

I’LL GO HOME AND LOCK MYSELF AWAY B

I DON’T LIKE YOU A

YOU DON’T LOOK LIKE I DO A

FROM ME AND MINE I WON’T STRAY B

WON’T CHANGE WHAT I DO DAY-TO-DAY B

BUT YOU- I DON’T LIKE YOU A

YOUR NOT LIKE ME C

SO I WON’T BE YOUR FRIEND D

I REFUSE TO GO ALONG E

WHAT’S GOOD ABOUT YOU I CAN’T SEE C

IT WILL BE THIS WAY UNTIL THE END D

SAME TUNE, SAME RHYTHM, SAME SONG E

A 14 LINE POEM WITH THE RHYME PATTERN:

ABBAABBA CDECDE

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THE AGED LOVER DISCOURSES IN THE FLAT STYLE

There are, perhaps, who passion gives a grace,

Who fuse and part as dancers on the stage,

But that is not for me, not at my age,

Not with my bony shoulders and fat face.

Yet in my clumsiness I found a place

And use for passion: With it I ignore

My gaucheries and yours, and feel no more

The awkwardness of the absurd embrace.

It is a pact men make, and seal in flesh,

To be so busy with their own desires

Their loves may be as busy with their own,

And not in union. Though the two enmesh

Like gears in motion, each with each conspires

To be at once together and alone.

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ENGLISH SONNET

Greasy. Oily. Brownish, yellow skin A

Two days old on a picnic table B

Do I dare? Is it a sin? A

I wouldn’t even think of it if I were able B

To find my own food. I can’t though. C

The flies will leave; if I rush in D

Don’t look at me. Don’t judge me so. C

It’s a rat race, a mouse can’t win. D

I’ll take it away, into the trees E

My first meal in over three days F

I hide my hunger where no one sees E

I’ll be where your conscience won’t pay F

I’ll eat your fried chicken-what you won’t G

Do you ever think about me-I’ll bet you don’tG

A 14 LINE POEM WITH THE RHYME SCHEME:

ABAB CDCD EFEF GG

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LYING ON A BRIDGE

We saw anchored worlds in a shallow stream.

The current tugged at clouds, the sun, our face.

And while we stared, as though into a dream,

The stream moved on; the anchors kept their place.

Even the white rose thorned into your hair

Stayed there, though its refracted, scattered aura

Circled your abstract face, like snow in air;

Then the rose fell onto that gentle water,

Shattering our faces with their mirror. But sun

And clouds, and all their height and depth of light,

Could not feel so involved, nor watch when one

Bloom touched that current and waltzed it out of sight.

Though rising, we saw how all things float in space:

The stars and clouds, ourselves, each other’s face.

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ENVELOPE SONNET

LOOK AT ME--LOOK, LOOK, LOOK- A

AREN’T I PRETTY? AREN’T I CUTE? B

DON’T I MAKE YOU WANT TO PUKE? B

PRETTY AS A PICTURE, SMART AS A BOOK A

EVERY BOY DREAMS OF ME AT NIGHT C

EVERY GIRL WANTS MY HAIR D

I’M PERFECT, WITHOUT A CARE D

TO NOT BE ME--WHAT A TERRIBLE PLIGHT! C

LOOK AT ME. LOOK-LOOK--PLEASE E

I’LL DO ANYTHING SO YOU WILL F

EVERYTHING I HAVE-YOU’VE SEEN IT G

TELL ME I’M PRETTY--PUT ME AT EASE E

I SWEAR IF YOU DON’T I’LL KILL F

MYSELF--I MEAN IT. G

A 14 LINE POEM WITH THE RHYME SCHEME:

ABBACDDC EFGEFG

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THE RURAL CARRIER STOPS TO KILL A NINE-FOOT COTTONMOUTH

Lord God, I saw the son-of-a-bitch uncoil

In the road ahead of me, uncoil and squirm

For the ditch, squirm a hell of a long time.

Missed him with the car. When I got back to him, he was All

But gone, nothing left on the road but the tip-end

Of his tail, and that disappearing into Johnson grass.

I leaned over the ditch and saw him, balled up now, hiss.

I aimed for the mouth and shot him. And shot him again.

The I got a good strong stick and dragged him out.

He was long and evil, thick as the top of my arm.

There are things in this world a man can’t look at without

Wanting to kill. Don’t ask me why. I was clam

Enough, I thought. But I felt my spine

Squirm suddenly. I admit it. It was mine.

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ENGLISH QUINTET

I ADORE YOUR DARK, SMOOTH SKIN (A)

YOU ARE THE BEST LOVER BY FAR (B)

THEY NEED NOT POINT OUT MY SIN (A)

I CAN BARELY FIT IN MY OWN CAR (B)

BUT YOU ARE MY JULIET, MY HERSHEY BAR (B)

A FIVE LINE STANZA OR POEM RHYMING

ABABB

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EIGHTH AIR FORCE

If, in an odd angle of the hutment,

A puppy laps the water from a can

Of flowers, and the drunk sergeant shaving

Whistles O Paradiso!--Shall I say that man

Is not as men have said: a wolf to man?

The other murderers troop in yawning;

Three of them play Pitch, one sleeps, and one

Lies counting missions, lies there sweating

Till even his heart beats: One; One; One.

O murderers! …Still, this is how it’s done:

This is a war….But since these play, before they die,

Like puppies with their puppy; since, a man,

I did as these have done, but did not die--

I will content the people as I can

And give up these to them: Behold the man!

I have suffered, in a dream, because of him,

Many things; for this last saviour, man,

I have lied as I lie now. But what is lying?

Men wash their hands, in blood as best they can:

I find no fault in his just man.

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MISC QUINTET

LITTLE BOYS ON THE PLAYGROUND

PUSHING EACH OTHER

SPITTING AT THE GIRLS

WISHING

THEY’D SPIT BACK

FIVE LINE STANZAS OF VARIABLE RHYME SCHEMES

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FIRST LESSON

Lie back, daughter, let your head

Be tipped back in the cup of my hand.

Gently, and I will hold you. Spread

Your arms wide, lie out on the stream

And look high at the gulls. A dead-

Man’s float is face down. You will dive

and swim soon enough where this tidewater

ebbs to the sea. Daughter, believe

me, when you tire on the long thrash

to your island, lie up, and survive.

As you float now, where I held you

And let go, remember when fear

cramps your hear heart what I told you:

lie gently and wide to the light-year

stars, lie back, and the sea will hold you.

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RISPETTO

EVERY DAY I DRINK (A)

WATER TO QUENCH MY THIRST (B)

REALLY I THINK (A)

I SHOULD START WITH BLOOD FIRST (B)

THEN I COULD FEEL (C)

SOMEONE ELSE FLOWING THROUGH ME (D)

THEN WOULD I TRULY BE (D)

REAL? (C)

A POEM OF 2 RHYMING QUATRAINS RHYMING:

ABAB CDDC

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OH NO

If you wander far enough

you will come to it

and when you get there

they will give you a place to sit

for yourself only, in a nice chair,

and all your friends will be there

with miles on their faces

and they will likewise all have places.

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SESTINA

We started planting the wheat A

Today. It’s early in the season, B

But the plow easily slits the ground. C

Dad watches with pride D

As I drive for the first time, E

Following in his footsteps. F

Dew gathers on our legs as we step F

Out amongst the sprouting wheat. A

It’ll grow above my knee in time, E

If the conditions are right this season. B

I stand over my work; pride D

Invested in the dark, cold ground. C

Dad says there’s not enough in the ground C

To take the crop to the final step, F

But I have too much pride. D

My grandfather and father planted wheat A

Long before this season, B

Long before my time E

But we all run out of time, E

And today we laid Grandpa in the ground, C

After too short a season. B

With whiskey bottle in hand I step F

Out in my field of wheat, A

Not crying, for foolish pride. D

Dad’s eyes burn with that pride D

When the banker comes. “We need more time. E

We need higher prices for the wheat.” A

He comes to take our sacred ground. C

“I must take the final steps” F

He says “you have one more season.” B

But it didn’t rain this season. B

The sun’s scorched my crop, my pride, D

Burned the imprint of my footsteps F

Forever in time E

in the ground, C

along side my dying wheat. A

The winter season will come, and time will pass. (BE)

I’ll walk with swallowed pride on concrete ground, (DC)

Where once my steps fell among the wheat. (FA)

A FRENCH POEM OF SIX SESTETS AND FINAL THREE LINE ENVOI. THE TERMINAL PATTERN IS:

ABCDEF FAEBDC CFDABE ECBFAD DEACFB BDFECA

ENVOI PATTERN: BE DC FA

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SESTINA

September rain falls on the house.

in the failing light, the old grandmother

sits in the kitchen with the child

beside the Little Marvel Stove,

reading the jokes from the almanac,

laughing and talking to hide her tears.

She thinks that her equinoctial tears

and the rain that beats on the roof of the house

were both foretold by the almanac,

but only know to a grandmother.

The iron kettle sings on the stove.

She cuts some bread and says to the child,

It’s time for tea now; but the child

is watching the teakettle’s small hard tears

dance like mad on the hot black stove,

the way the rain must dance on the house.

Tidying up, the old grandmother

hangs up the clever almanac

on its string. Birdlike, the almanac

hovers half open above the child,

hovers above the old grandmother

and her teacup full of dark brown tears.

She shivers and says she thinks the house

Feels chilly, and puts more wood in the stove.

It was to be, says the Marvel Stove.

I know what I know, says the almanac.

With crayons the child draws a rigid house

and a winding pathway. Then the child

puts in a man with buttons like tears

and shows it proudly to the grandmother.

But secretly, while the grandmother

busies herself about the stove,

the little moons fall down like tears

from between the pages of the almanac

into the flower bed the child

has carefully placed in the front of the house.

Time to plant tears, says the almanac.

The grandmother sings to the marvelous stove

and the child draws another inscrutable house.