What is the wind? Is that which blows the clouds?
And moves them, carefully across in fleets?
Is that the wind? The leaves which dance about?
Or are they just controlled by passing breeze?
What is the wind? The beast that roars aloud?
The strength that sways the steadfastness of trees?
The whisk that slaps the rain upon the brow?
The fan that blows and comforts me in heat?
What is the wind? Is that what chills my heart
and moves me carefully, without a cause?
Is that what blows my life around like leaves
and scatters it and breaks it all apart?
Is that what chills me, freezing me in frost
while inside, sets me writhing in its heat?
Hey mike,
ReplyDeleteCongrats on writing 154 sonnets!! :) This is really beautiful. The form seems to be like that of your earlier ones, whats the difference?
Thank you Hillary :)
ReplyDeleteI never realized how close this is to a Shakespearean one until you mentioned it! The similarity is the form obviously; however, the only similarity would be that both sonnet types two sets of four lines at the beginning. However, although in this sonnet, starting in the 9th line, lines appear to be in a group of four and an ending couplet, but it's really a group of six divided in four and two, with the rhyme scheme across the six lines being in groups of three: "cde cde", split into "cdec de".
A further difference would be in the first eight lines; the rhymes at the ends of the lines in this Sicilian sonnet are the same in both of the groups of four: "abab abab", but in a Shakespearean one, the pattern would be the same but the rhymes would change so it would be "abab cdcd". Hope this makes sense!