Understanding Poetry Forms and Structures: How to Craft Poems Successfully
Delve into the essence of poetry creation by learning about the building blocks - from lines, couplets, and stanzas to fixed and free forms. Discover the significance of rhyme schemes, and explore essential vocabulary like caesura, enjambment, and end-stopped lines. Uncover the beauty of traditional sonnet forms through examples and see how structure can elevate the art of expression.
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POETRY FORMS/STRUCTURES AKA HOW TO BUILD A POEM AND WHY IT MATTERS
BASICS: Line: A singular line of poetry May be short or long. Are NOT necessarily complete sentences or even complete thoughts Couplet: A pair of poetic lines (may be rhyming, may not) Stanza: A poetic paragraph set apart by blank spaces Common stanza patterns include couplets, triplets, quatrains, etc. Rhyme scheme is usually followed throughout the poem.
FIXED (CLOSED) VS FREE (OPEN) FORM Fixed forms of poetry follow a set of rules for the structure, for example how long lines can be and how many lines are per stanza or in the poem overall characterized by patterns: verse, rhyme, meter and/or syllable. The content fits into the form Free form poetry follows no set of standard rules as to how to break apart stanzas characterized by the lack of pattern. The content creates the form.
LINE AND FORM VOCABULARY Caesura- a break or natural pause in a line of poetry, sometimes indicated by a comma ( to cut ) Enjambment- the continuation of a sentence without a pause beyond the end of a line, couplet, or stanza End-stopped line- when the thought ends at the end of the line, usually indicated by punctuation
FIXED FORMS TO KNOW: SONNET Most sonnets are in a fixed form of 14 lines of 10 syllables, usually written in iambic pentameter. Italian (Petrarchan) and English (Shakespearean) Italian: English: Octave -- presents problem 3 Quatrains -- present similar images Sestet -- resolution or meditation upon problem Heroic Couplet -- paradoxical resolution Rhyme: Rhyme: Octave -- abbaabba Sestet -- cdecde or cdccdc or cddcdd or variation Quatrains abab/ cdcd/ efef Couplet --gg
EXAMPLES OF SONNETS: English Italian "London, 1802" Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men; Oh! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart; Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay. "Sonnet XXIX" When in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least, Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, (Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate, For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
OTHER FIXED FORMS: VILLANELLE French origin Originated with round dance Stanzas and Rhyme 5 tercets: aba aba aba aba aba 1 quatrain: abaa Line Repetition 1, 6, 12, 18 3, 9, 15, 19
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) MAD GIRL'S LOVE SONG BY SYLVIA PLATH The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary darkness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade: Exit seraphim and Satan's men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I fancied you'd return the way you said. But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)
MORE FORMS TO KNOW: SESTINA French origin Stanzas: 6 sestets 1 tercet: an envoi Repetition and linking of talons: a/b/c/d/e/f f/a/e/b/d/c c/f/d/a/b/e e/c/b/f/a/d d/e/a/c/f/b b/d/f/e/c/a ba/dc/fe Atmosphere ranges from cozy to claustrophobic
"Sestina d'Inverno" by Anthony Hecht Was blessed heaven once, more than an island The grand, utopian dream of a noble mind. In that kind climate the mere thought of snow Was but a wedding cake; the youthful natives, Unable to conceive of Rochester, Made love, and were acrobatic in the making. Here in this bleak city of Rochester, Where there are twenty-seven words for "snow," Not all of them polite, the wayward mind Basks in some Yucatan of its own making, Some coppery, sleek lagoon, or cinnamon island Alive with lemon tints and burnished natives, Dream as we may, there is far more to making Do than some wistful reverie of an island, Especially now when hope lies with the Rochester Gas and Electric Co., which doesn't mind Such profitable weather, while the natives Sink, like Pompeians, under a world of snow. And O that we were there. But here the natives Of this grey, sunless city of Rochester Have sown whole mines of salt about their land (Bare ruined Carthage that it is) while snow Comes down as if The Flood were in the making. Yet on that ocean Marvell called the mind The one thing indisputable here is snow, The single verity of heaven's making, Deeply indifferent to the dreams of the natives, And the torn hoarding-posters of some island. Under our igloo skies the frozen mind Holds to one truth: it is grey, and called Rochester. No island fantasy survives Rochester, Where to the natives destiny is snow That is neither to our mind nor of our making. An ark sets forth which is itself the mind, Bound for some pungent green, some shore whose natives Blend coriander, cayenne, mint in making Roasts that would gladden the Earl of Rochester With sinfulness, and melt a polar snow. It might be well to remember that an island
