Too short to make an epic narrative,
elaborate exploration of a thought,
compelling arguments by answers taught,
or area to make superlatives.
Too long to make a clear, concise account,
a stunning riddle gruelling through and through,
simplicity of form with artsy truth,
or lovely quatrains in sweet beauty drowned.
Too formal for a ghastly prank or joke,
Too structured for a fix, reform, or change,
Too happy for depressing, dark disdain,
Too serious for carefree choice like prose.
What can a poet say in fourteen lines?
Depends, but hopefully I’ve said a lot.
News.
365 Sonnets is completed! While there be no more new posts, feel free to read the sonnets and comment! :)
You can read my new poetry at Some Turbid Night: http://someturbidnight.blogspot.ca/ :)
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
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- Sonnet XCV
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- Sonnet C
- Sonnet CI
- Sonnet CII
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- Sonnet CIV
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- Sonnet CVIII
- Sonnet CIX
- Sonnet CX
- Sonnet CXI
- Sonnet CXII
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A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.
- Emily Dickinson