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Happy Poetry Day!!

September 30, 2017

In recognition of Poetry Day, I would like to shared this blog post from my Poet's Corner blog:

 

 

 

I've always wanted to write a sonnet.  When people think of sonnets, they often think of the most famous sonnet writer of all time, Mr. William Shakespeare.  But many modern poets used the sonnet as well.

 

The sonnet is a 14 line poem, written in iambic pentameter.  It's rhyming scheme is abab, cdcd, efef, gg.  Sounds easy enough, right?  NOT!

 

My favorite sonnet writer is Edna St. Vincent Millay.  Millay's poetry became famous in the 1920s, and she, like many women in her era, were not shy about the fact they had a multitude of lovers.  After all, it was the era of flappers, and bathtub gin, and the Charleston.

 

Those of us that grew up in the 1970s and 1980s, during the post-sexual revolution, can relate to this on varying levels. (I personally admit to nothing!) But I do admit my all-time favorite sonnet is Millay's Sonnet XLIII, that goes like this:

 

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,

I have forgotten, and what arms have lain

Under my head till morning; but the rain

Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh

Upon the glass and listen for reply,

And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain

For unremembered lads that not again

Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.

Thus in winter stands the lonely tree,

Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,

Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:

I cannot say what loves have come and gone,

I only know that summer sang in me

A little while, that in me sings no more.

 

 

 

Edna St. Vincent Millay

 

 

Now here's my attempt:

 

Sonnet I:

To those I've loved

 

To those I've loved in days gone by

That linger in sequestered places

In a restless heart, that wonders why

And thinks on smiles of faded faces.

Their laughter rings through bygone days

In moments I remember

When love was young and passion blazed

Then burst to deadened embers.

When days are long, and I'm alone

and youth seems far away

I think of when those love lights shone

Full of sweet words to say.

         I dwell on all those moments sweet,

         And hope again with love I'll meet.

 

Okay, well, maybe Edna was better.  But it was my first try!!!  Happy Poetry Day to everyone!!

 

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