Wednesday, March 2, 2011

3-3-11 Villanelle

1. Daily Journal:What are the 10 most important moments in your life to this point?

2. Lyrics: Moe

3. Etheree Poetry is due

4. Villanelle Poetry:

In a traditional Villanelle:

  • The lines are grouped into five tercets and a concluding quatrain. Thus a Villanelle has 19 lines.
  • Lines may be of any length.
  • The Villanelle has two rhymes. The rhyme scheme is aba, with the same end-rhyme for every first and last line of each tercet and the final two lines of the quatrain.
  • Two of the lines are repeated:
    1. The first line of the first stanza is repeated as the last line of the second and the fourth stanzas, and as the second-to-last line in the concluding quatrain.
    2. The third line of the first stanza is repeated as the last line of the third and the fifth stanzas, and as the last line in the concluding quatrain.
  • Thus the pattern of line-repetition is as follows:

    A1 b A2 - Lines in first tercet.
    a b A1 - Lines in second tercet.
    a b A2 - Lines in third tercet.
    a b A1 - Lines in fourth tercet.
    a b A2 - Lines in fifth tercet.
    a b A1 A2 - Lines in final quatrain.


CRETE - 1941 AND 1971 by J. Zimmerman.

At the village entrance, the glass casket, full
of human bones, meets the traveler to Crete.
The moon gleams like a skull upon each skull.

Fishermen (fathers, husbands, or sons of these sorrowful
fragments) ferried to ships the Allies in retreat.
At the village entrance, the glass casket, full

of ghosts of women and children torn fearful
from cottages, remembers the Nazi military elite.
The moon gleams like a skull upon each skull,

upon slim bones from arms that once could lull
babies, and upon bones from babies feet.
At the village entrance, the glass casket, full

of thighbones, commemorates those too slow to haul
themselves into the hills. In the evening heat,
the moon gleams like a skull upon each skull.

Three decades later, German sailors, dull
to history, laugh together jostling on a seat
at the village entrance - the glass casket. Full
the moon gleams like a skull upon each skull.

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