(If the admins think that this post should not be in the community, feel free to delete it. At least it has a pretty patchoullis picture, ^^ ) Hello, Im here to talk a little bit about poetical theory. Nothing too fancy nor difficult, in order to help others to better understand reading and writing poetry. The questions I analyze here are about classic poetry, with metrics and rhymes. Ive written a few stanzas with different metrics and rhymes in order to point some general aspects in poetry. 2，5 This darkness inside Consumes all my being This suffering I hide Is worse than all sin This-DARK-ness-in-SIDE Con-SU-mes-all-my-BEING This-SU-ffering-I-HIDE Is-WORSE-than-all-SIN (This is a simple short stanza with stresses/tones on the 2nd and 5th syllable. Short verses normally dont exist by themselves, but serve as ending keys in a bigger poem. They were used more in ancient roman and greek poetry, but I have little knowledge of them) 2，5，7 This peaceful and quiet spring Goes passing without a problem The fields remain fair and green No troubles to shake our columns This-PEACE-ful-and-QUIE-et-SPRING Goes-PA-ssing-with-OUT-a-PRO-[blem] The-FIELDS-re-main-FAIR-and-GREEN No-TROU-bles-to-SHAKE-our-CO-[lumns] (Here, I would like to point an interesting thing. In poetry, you count syllables until the last stress. Note that problem and collumns are not perfect rhymes) 2, 5, 9 When winds bring to me your sweet perfume Im taken by fantasies so wild Its like the whole cosmos for me smiled With passionate dreams that souls consume When-WINDS-bring-to-ME-your-sweet-per-FUME Im-TA-ken-by-FAN-ta-sies-most-WILD Its-LIKE-the-whole-COS-mos-for-me-SMILED With-PA-ssio-nate-DREAMS-that-souls-con-SUME (This stanza has tones in the 2nd, 5th and 9th syllables, and it rhymes goes as ABBA. Other thing to point is that it has one internal rhyme, bring and dreams. Another point is that having weak words, such as prepositions, conjunctions and articles - like the, in, but, such – in tone syllables is considered bad form. Even pronouns, such as me, your, thine, are not the best choices, but can be accepted) 2, 5, 8 The impossible tales of this world Are filled with great magic and treasure Come listen to a tale of a girl That loves lasers and idle chatter The{im}- PO-ssi-ble-TALES-of-this-WORLD Are-FILLED-with-great-MA-gic-and-TREA-[sure] Come-LIS-ten-to{a}-TALE-of-a-GIRL That-LOVES-lasers-and-I-dle-CHA-[tter] (As said before, you count until the final stressed sylable. Also, another thing to point in poetry writing and reading is that, when vowels coincide, you read them as a single syllable. So, The + im = “Thim”, and “to + a” = “ta”) 3,6, 10 When the night comes intense and unrelenting My weak human intelligence is shaken By such nightmare perceptions overtaken And my heart goes lunatically pulsating When-the-NIGHT-comes-in-TENSE-and-un-re-LEN-[ting] My-weak-HU-man-in-TE-lli-gen-ce-is-SHA-[ken] By-such-NIGHT-mare-per-CEP-tions-over-TA-[ken] And-my-HEART-goes-lu-NA-ti-cally-pul-SA-[ting] (See how lunatically has only 4 syllables, and pulsating and unrelenting are not perfect rhymes because the tone syllable is different – LEN vs SA) >>> . Now I would like to talk a little bit about one of the most valued poetic forms, the Sonet. . Sonets are are poems with 2 stanzas with four verses and 2 with three verses. The 2 first stanzas must have similar rhymes, and the 2 final ones must have 3 similar rhymes. Sonets have, normally, 10 syllables, and the most famous kind is called Heroic Sonet, with tones on 6th and 10th. . In English and other languages with stress on the last syllable of words, such as Chinese Mandarin, I find that long verses are confusing to read and not as clean as languages whose words are stressed on the penultimate syllable, such as portuguese and spanish. Therefore, in my opinion, long verses should have a supporting point in English, with a stress on a word before the 6th stress. . Now, if you would like to exercise, try to analyze this poem written by me yesterday, who is a heroic sonet with tones on the 2nd, 6th and 10th. Etheric butterfly... her phantom last truth 1 The cold phantasmagoric butterfly With centuries of preparing, endlessly Got out of its cocoon, meaninglessly As soon she starts to live, she starts to die 2 The clock of ages makes its innards cry And so mankind continues, pointlessly This hunting of illusions, recklessly A blind chase where all hope is nullified 3 If my ethereal voice could reach a soul I wish for this ultimate truth to be hold Believe that past and future are a lie 4 In present you may find your paradise Stop waiting for the perfect cherry blossom Be no ghost, but a petal in lifes bosom I hope this text of mine was informative and could help those interested in reading and writing poetry. ^^ Image: iwallscreen/wallpaper/1600x900/video-games-touhou-patchouli-knowledge-30752.html
Posted on: Sun, 15 Dec 2013 14:33:51 +0000
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