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Mon 24 Feb, 2003 02:06 pm
Since joining this forum I have been exploring sonnet form. I feel that the structure lends itself best to "comparative" modes,or a dialogue between two or more ideas, because the final couplet ties the contrasts together by breaking the "normal" rhyme sequence. However there is perhaps much learned exposition of this matter for which someone might like to provide a link.
The Wood and the Trees
Walk with me along this childhood path.
Once thoughts were budding here like Spring's array
That fir, as sapling knew my breath
And bent to the grasp of random play.
Here was the stream where Summer's heat
Trickled to cool beneath the tree
And stark stones sharp beneath my feet
Stippled the flow of eternity.
That which was supple, time binds firm
And that which was wide, to stricture grows.
Each junction of life invites our turn
But closes behind mind's dark hedgerows.
Youth's smiles and tears may betoken nought
Until life's path has its values wrought.
Fresco
A side of you I don't think I've seen before.
Excellent.
Thanks for bringing a bit of beauty into my life today.
Thanks Frank....
...and here's one I would have liked to write!
For Wittgenstein By Joseph Duemer
Days are like grass the wind moves over:
first the wind & then the silence-
what cannot be said we must pass over
in silence, or play some music over
in our heads. Silently, a wind goes over
(we know from the motion of the grass).
Days are like grass; the wind goes over:
first the wind & then the silence.
Re: The Wood and the Trees.
fresco wrote:Since joining this forum I have been exploring sonnet form. I feel that the structure lends itself best to "comparative" modes,or a dialogue between two or more ideas, because the final couplet ties the contrasts together by breaking the "normal" rhyme sequence. However there is perhaps much learned exposition of this matter for which someone might like to provide a link.
The Wood and the Trees
Walk with me along this childhood path.
Once thoughts were budding here like Spring's array
That fir, as sapling knew my breath
And bent to the grasp of random play.
Here was the stream where Summer's heat
Trickled to cool beneath the tree
And stark stones sharp beneath my feet
Stippled the flow of eternity.
That which was supple, time binds firm
And that which was wide, to stricture grows.
Each junction of life invites our turn
But closes behind mind's dark hedgerows.
Youth's smiles and tears may betoken nought
Until life's path has its values wrought.
This is absolutely beautiful, thank you for sharing it with me, and your expertise as an educator. I am but a novice in every sense of the word and am awed to sit at the knee of the masters and learn.
I am one of those people that when I touch pen to paper I have no idea what is going to come out or where it came from. Discipline?
Have a wonderful day.
Sg