Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Exercise 1.3, Enjambments and Caesuras

End Stop: When a line of poetry has one line of thought that ends with the line.
Enjambment: When the line of thought continues to the next line.
Caesura: A natural stopping place or change of train of thought within one line, such as a comma or just plain, old change of subject.

Exercise 1.3--Enjambments and Caesuras (or Cesuras, if you're American): Write five pairs of blank iambic pentameter on set subjects (see titles). The first of the pair end stops and has no caesuras, the second has enjambment and at least two caesuras. Jolly good luck (abridged instructions, P 31 of my edition of the text.)

(OK, the formatting got wonky. Let's try this again. )

1. Outside the Window
          A. The night in darkness sighs in silent peace,  
               a light the only sight my eyes can see.
        
          B. The light, a yellow golden ball, distills 
               itself through still and cooling air and dark.
    2. What I'd Like To Eat
              A.  A soup of spice and chicken meat and corn 
                   with herbs, cool onion, broth and creamy cheese.

              B.  The cheese is smooth, a gleaming counterpoint 
                    to bright and sharp cilantro tang, oh joy!
      3. A Recent Dream
                 A. I dreamt a court and jury vigilant
                    
      was I on trial or was it he who erred?

                 B. The judge, his face obscured by hood of dark 
                      jet black, awaited jury member votes.
        4. Pesky Tasks Overdue
                   A. I need a tub to wash my dog today, 
                        too late I see the clock has gone past noon.

                    B. Gaspode has gotten bold, his scent a dark 
                         and angry warning: All you, stay away!
          5. My Body (A Complaint)
                      A. My skin is thin and veins are blue and big, 
                           the knee a map of wild imagining.

                      B. An Octopus, all blue and pulsing fair 
                           to leaping, writhes upon my knee in pain.
            They scan right to me, but then I'm biased. I'll check them again tomorrow, once I've slept.

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