Since this is a short week, and since we all deserve a break, hold your sonnets and your drafts for next Tuesday. Refine them and make them better. Make sure they are typed. Make sure you have several drafts. Take a look at my last blog entry--I give more details.
Let me try a few here--lines of love. Emulate, don't copy:
The following lines are not from sonnets, but they are about love. I'm highlighting the strong diction--the stuff that makes us feel something.
From Yeats:
"Ephemera": "'Your eyes that once were never weary of mine/ Are bowed in sorrow under pendulous lids...."
"To an Isle in the Water": "Shy one, shy one,/ Shy one of my heart,/ She moves in the firelight/ Pensively apart..."
"The Rose of the World": "Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream?/ For these red lips, with all their mournful pride....
"He made the world to be a grassy road/ Before her wandering feet."
"When You Are Old": "How many loved your moments of glad grace,/ And loved your beauty with love false or true,/ But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,/ And loved the sorrows of your changing face...."
"The Arrow": "I thought of your beauty, and this arrow,/ Made out of a wild thought, is in my marrow./ There's no man may look upon her, no man,/ As when newly grown to be a woman,/ Tall and noble but with face and bosom/ Delicate in color as apple blossom...."
Tuesday: Finish "Orpheus" and work on your poems until they are almost perfect!
Happy Thanksgiving!
