28 October 2012 3:14 P.M.
Sonnetesque
abab cdcd efef gg. Blank verse. Iambic pentameter. 14 lines. Sonnetesque
| I love its smallness: as though our whole town were a picture postcard and our feelings were on vacation: ourselves in mini- ature, shopping at tiny sales, buying the newspapers—small and pale and square as sugar cubes—at the fragile, little curb. The way the streetlight is really a table lamp where now we sit and where real night, (which is very tall and black and at our backs), where for a moment the night is forced to bend down and look through these tiny windows, forced to come closer and put its hand on our shoulder and stoop over the book to read the fine print. --- |
And that's it, the not so secret formula to one of the most beautiful forms of poetry.
Without Shakespeare's sonnets, how would we speak of love? Would we speak of love?
Lynn Emmanuel is one of my favorite poets. If you haven't read her, google and read everything. I'm not kidding.
Her "sonnet" is not traditional, other than it adheres to 14 lines. So what. It's sonnetesque. It is also beautiful.
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