Edited by Richard Walker, Tuesday, 10 Feb 2015, 02:28
One of the verse forms I most admire is the sonnet, and another is the haiku. There are many differences but both display a classic structure and an economy of expression.
A favorite sonnet of mine is Shakespeare 73.
That time of year thou mayst in me beholdWhen yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hangUpon those boughs which shake against the cold,Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.In me thou see'st the twilight of such dayAs after sunset fadeth in the west,Which by and by black night doth take away,Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.In me thou see'st the glowing of such fireThat on the ashes of his youth doth lie,As the death-bed whereon it must expire,Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by.This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
I tried to compress this into a haiku. Here is my attempt.
It's autumn nowSmell of burning leaves. Winter followsHold tight, hold tight.
Sonnet and Haiku
One of the verse forms I most admire is the sonnet, and another is the haiku. There are many differences but both display a classic structure and an economy of expression.
A favorite sonnet of mine is Shakespeare 73.