Think up one line of iambic pentameter and post it as a
comment to this post. If you get stuck, it may help to first think up a short list of several iambic words, and then try stringing them together.
Some examples off the top of my head...
1) Today I brought my dog to a buffet.
2) Beyond the churning ocean in our view,
The hour of the sonnet now has passed
ReplyDeleteWe mourned and then we placed it in a hearse
And by its fresh-dug grave we read (alas!)
Its epitaph there rendered in free verse.
(sorry, a single line of iambic pentameter just looks lonely.)
--Kal
"The time of day is ten," she said, "so come,
ReplyDeletewith me and be my love, forever & some."
- Emma Stein
Iambic meter seems an easy beat
ReplyDeleteTo recognize; to write's a greater feat
Jiin
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ReplyDeleteYou must be careful as you walk off curbs
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-Mary Escherich
I can't believe the things some people say.
ReplyDeleteConor
A drum is like a bubble fit to burst.
ReplyDeleteThe neighbors think my racket is the worst.
-Will
With strength and might and passion screaming out,
ReplyDelete-Devon
From East to West I hear the music play.
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ReplyDeleteTonight I will dream of a day in May
ReplyDeleteWhen I can say, Goodbye Columbia!
-Miguel
When Taylor’s pencil fell, she stooped again
ReplyDelete- Victoria
Commentary:
ReplyDeleteGiven that we focused so much on the more traditional prose of Milton, Marvell and Donne in class today, I wanted to post a few comments here about “Introduction to Poetry,” the most contemporary poem in our reading. Naturally, Collins’ style tends toward free verse and away from the more rigid structures of metrical pattern and rhyme schemes. Instead of focusing on these, I found myself drawn to Collins’ use of almost-rhyme, internal rhyme and assonance to create rhythm and nuanced meaning.
A particular favorite was the one-line stanza, “or press an ear against its hive,” which recalls the final “slide” of the line before. I found a playful spontaneity in this almost-couplet that mirrored for me what Collins wants us to do with poems: approach them with a sense of playful curiosity rather than a humorless need to understand. I also noted Collins’ repetition of the word “poem” in almost every stanza except the last. As I read the poem out loud, the word “poem” seemed to create a rhythm of its own; my ear expected it every stanza. In the final line, when Collins leaves us with only “it” instead of “poem,” it felt as if the word “poem” itself had died, its spirit broken by the “beating” the students inflicted.
I look forward to hearing what you picked out!
Victoria
He looks outside the window and he sings
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Today my brain has failed the task to rhyme
ReplyDelete-Maria
The gales of wind turned all my thoughts to blue
ReplyDelete-Terry
Honey I want to talk to you, 'tis time
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-Stacy
I tried and tried to post, but lo and hear!
ReplyDeleteHow fate, she did but halt my plans so dear.
The problem 'scaped my grasp, but Hope, she spoke
And fixed the blog! now post do I, a bloke
With head held high to starry skies all clear!
Hopefully that works... The extra lines are penance for the lateness, it took a while for my computer to allow me to post to the blog. Sorry for the delay!
- Nathan