Poetry time! I went with a poem that is easy to read yet actually really, really complex. Its a villanelle, a form of fixed verse poetry that always consists of 19 lines (five tercets and a quatrain.) Its especially difficult to write because it contains two refrains (the first and third line of the first tercet) which must be used alternately to end each of the following tercets, and brought back together as the final two lines of the quatrain. For a really famous villanelle, see Dylan Thomass Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night This poem, in addition to being complicated, is much more emotionally subtle than its conversational tone indicates. The speaker or voice (not necessarily the author, though in this case it is) attempts to hide her pain by casually embracing it. Anyone who has a take on it, or questions or whatever, feel free to comment. One Art by Elizabeth Bishop The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn’t hard to master. Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will bring disaster. I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three loved houses went. The art of losing isn’t hard to master. I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster. —Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident the art of losing’s not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster
Posted on: Mon, 11 Nov 2013 01:41:57 +0000
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