Yes, delightful with so many references and allusions. At first I thought it
was a parody of Hal's obsession, but by the end it was its own poem. Sonnet?
For sure. For those who haven't read them, there's a wonderful 100 sonnets
by John Tranter, entitled 'Crying In Early Infancy' ... Brilliant. And also,
there is a new reprint of Berrigan's Sonnets - I don't have the details on
hand, but maybe someone else will. (And not too expensive - I'd recommend
it, Kasper.)
This day is the first day of our spring, and one of the first days of
(Australian) National Poetry Week. I will try my hand at a contemporary
sonnet to celebrate. You are all invited to write one too/also/as well as
me/better than me/ha ha ...
My coccyx ain't so sick anymore.
Andrew
On 01/09/2007, kasper salonen <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
> 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.
> >
> >
> >
> >
> > ---------------------------------
> > Pinpoint customers who are looking for what you sell.
> >
>
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Andrew
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