this was fascinating, and fantastical as anything I've ever read. the
'sonnet' title seems to be a moodsetter if anything, though my curse
is to carry with me for all time the expectation of a rhyme/syllable
scheme when I associate something with a sonnet. my thought is, here,
that this doesn't need a moodsetter. it's a spectacular poem.
KS
On 31/08/2007, joe green <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Sonnet: The Sense of an Ending
>
> In Faerie Tales if the ant king says to kill your horse
> Then you better do it especially if you want the girl and the gold
> And all the coupons. Standing by the waterfall you think
> That everything has changed and you are not sure why
>
> And then the Czar comes riding along and next thing you know
> You are at the ball with your ratskin gloves and your sneer
> And the chance to die defeating Napoleon and a sleigh
> Will whiz you away that night and you dance -- the moon, the Neva then
>
> The great train to Moscow, and then who should leap
> Beneath the train? Anna! Anna! And you say something in French
> And the train moves on as do the stars whirling
> So that -- at the end -- you end up in Paris
>
> And, on the boulevard you walk you walk
> And, one night, pass the young Baudelaire. Tip your hat. You are dying, dying.
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