UniQued UniVerse – Villanelle (Third Version)
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UniQued UniVerse - Villanelle (Second Phase)
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Dost thy fable knit needle burrow amidst mirth nurtured germination updrafts?
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UniQued UniVerse - Villanelle (First Phase)
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Dost thy fable knit needle burrow amidst Mother nurtured germination
Thee art vibrations must bare leaf sensations fluttering in poetic breeze drafts
Wrought dost thou bring to bare with thy seed viral fertility - reality conception
Whence bringest poet plows to bear those trenches that conceive composition
Hail yea, before thee birthing cry, that wails to till ole English blade draught.
Aye eyes, abstain amid winter frozen moonlight hibernated in corpse deposition
Dawn’s bark, brings darkness into shadows, then shade creates sunrise repositions
When poetic HeArt hues, dwell enlightened to Gel universal understanding drafts
Cleave grain with subject matter with pre-Scythe rows that sows thy lines UniQue
Leave pages of rhyme brush stroking every sense of existence within our UniVerse
With US, lays the creative foundation of Bards, Guardians, Troubadour Warrior draughts
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Alight winter white tails, what trail does the forked tongue lash, its whiplash draft
Rooted deep is this living miracle that procreates pronouncements in stunning stanzas
Ripples these butterfly syllables that pollenates Poet Tree in a masterful Taste of Poetry
Where Shakespearean words sense tenses combine to master Bishop's “One Heart “ draught
Parker’s “One Perfect Rose,” Roethke “The Awakening” poets shall bring on future drafts
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Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
I did enjoy the reading of "UniQued UniVerse - Villanelle", as it is presented here.
As You wrote it, it shows the "HeArtMosphere" of the originals pieces of villanelles.
I have compiled some of villanelles' descriptions that could be of service for any one dedicated to know the details of the form to write as per the latest of the modern Villanelle.
This compilation has its bibliography mainly from Google's group of libraries.
It is said that "The Villanelle did not start off as a fixed form. During the Renaissance, the villanella and villancico (from the Italian villano, or peasant) were Italian and Spanish dance-songs. French poets who called their poems “Villanelle” did not follow any specific schemes, rhymes, or refrains. Rather, the title implied that, like the Italian and Spanish dance-songs, their poems spoke of simple, often pastoral or rustic themes."
"A Villanelle (also known as villanesque) is a nineteen-line poetic form consisting of five tercets followed by a quatrain. There are two refrains and two repeating rhymes, with the first and third line of the first tercet repeated alternately until the last stanza, which includes both repeated lines."
"The Villanelle has no established meter, although most nineteenth-century villanelles had eight or six syllables per line and most twentieth-century villanelles had ten syllables per line. The essence of the fixed modern form is its distinctive pattern of rhyme and repetition."
"A Villanelle is a 19-line poem, made up of five tercets and a concluding quatrain. Lines may be of any length, but are often written in iambic pentameter and follow an ABA rhyme scheme."
"The highly structured Villanelle is a nineteen-line poem with two repeating rhymes and two refrains. The form is made up of five tercets followed by a quatrain. The first and third lines of the opening tercet are repeated alternately in the last lines of the succeeding stanzas; then in the final stanza, the refrain serves as the poem’s two concluding lines."
"A Villanelle (also known as villanesque) is a nineteen-line poetic form consisting of five tercets followed by a quatrain. There are two refrains and two repeating rhymes, with the first and third line of the first tercet repeated alternately until the last stanza, which includes both repeated lines."
"Regardless of its provenance, the form did not catch on in France, but it has become increasingly popular among poets writing in English. An excellent example of the form is Dylan Thomas’s “Do not go gentle into that good night”:
“Do not go gentle into that good night”:
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
"Contemporary poets have not limited themselves to the pastoral themes originally expressed by the free-form villanelles of the Renaissance, and have loosened the fixed form to allow variations on the refrains."
Wishing You a rewarding writing career, and a long healthy blissful life, I remain:
Your reverent admirer,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
"The villanelle is a very complex poem with a specific structure. It must be comprised of five tercets and one quatrain with the rhyme scheme of ABA ABA ABA ABA ABA ABAA. In addition, the first and third lines must recur at specific points in the poem."
I don't see the first and the third line repeated in other stanzas in your poem.
Sandie