Transcript POEMS WITH FIXED STRUCTURES

POEMS WITH FIXED STRUCTURES
HAIKU
3 lines
The old pond, aye! And
The sound of a frog leaping
Into the water.
5 syllables
7 syllables
5 syllables
Often have nature as a topic
By abandoned roads
This lonely poet marches
Into autumn dusk
LIMERICK
5 lines
As a beauty I’m not a great star,
There are others more handsome by far,
But my face I don’t mind it,
Because I’m behind it—
‘Tis the folks in the front that I jar.
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Often humorous or light-hearted
There was a young lady from Niger,
Who smiled as she rode on a tiger.
They came back from the ride
With the lady inside,
And the smile on the face of the tiger.
CINQUAIN
5 lines
These be
Three silent things:
The falling snow . . . the hour
Before the dawn . . . the mouth of one
Just dead.
2 syllables
4 syllables
6 syllables
8 syllables
2 syllables
Just now
Out of the strange
Still dusk . . . As strange, as still . . .
A white moth flew: why am I grown
So cold?
TRIOLET
8 lines
Easy is the Triolet,
lines 1, 4, and 7 are
If you really learn to make it!
the same.
Once a neat refrain you get,
lines 2 and 8 are
Easy is the Triolet.
the same.
As you see!—I pay my debt
With another rhyme. Duece take it,
lines 1,3,4, 5 and 7
Easy is the Triolet
rhyme
If you really learn to make it!
lines 2, 6, and 8
rhyme
Rose kissed me today.
Will she kiss me tomorrow?
Let it be as it may,
Rose kissed me today;
But the pleasure gives way
"Birds At Winter“
To a savor of sorrow; Around the house the flakes fly faster,
Rose kissed me today;
And all the berries now are gone
Will she kiss me tomorrow?
From holly and cotoneaster
Around the house. The flakes fly! – faster
Shutting indoors the crumb-outcaster
We used to see upon the lawn
Around the house. The Flakes fly faster
And all the berries now are gone!
Thomas Hardy
I will survive.
Although I feel still the pain,
I may not smile and I may sigh-I will survive.
I will stride with my head held high.
In the midst of cloud and rain,
I will survive.
I may not smile and I may sigh.
SONNET
14 lines
10 syllables/line
There is a singer everyone has heard,
Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird,
Who makes the solid tree trunks sound again.
He says that leaves are old and that for flowers
Mid-summer is to spring as one to ten.
He says the early petal-fall is past
When pear and cherry bloom went down in the showers
On sunny days a moment overcast;
And comes that other fall we name the fall.
He says the highway dust is over all.
The bird would cease and be as other birds
But that he knows in singing not to sing.
The question that he frames in all but words
Is what to make of a diminished thing.
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My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
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