#Italian Sonnet

[betweenthetimeandsound]

Ma faci sa visez in culori

Streaks of paint cover my face, twinkling like dewdrops dancing in the sullen grass. You capture my skin with translucent glass, taking in limestone and sunlight alike. Dawn's rays burn your fingers like lightning; silence allows you to contemplate about how romance dies and roses taste. I lament on how the sun is shining when the world dances on a precipice, tempting the disciples to take flight into an electric vortex. Stars still bear witness, and then embrace us when our jaws clench, drowning in tepid fright, and we face a traffic jam of purple cars. --Elda Mengisto

[creatediana]

"A Sonnet on August 19th" - written 8/19/2024

[desdemonafictional]

I've often dreamed a lover's dreams of molars grinding where they bite while I dripped love in silver streams each pooling so they caught the light of stars and made my pillow bright. Bone and brain stripped where I lay my ribs left bare to greet the day -

yes! Often in a lover's dreams.

[livyamel]

There comes a day when summer's swallowed whole

to drown in blood she shed in winter's wrath;

Such dreams as these which paved her future's path

are only childish wishes fit for coal.

Evaporated scarlet renders null

The burning summer's blist'ring screaming laugh

As earthquakes ring on in her aftermath,

the blinding maw of August takes his toll.

O come, dear winter! Chase the light away;

Your with'ring hand and paralyzing breath

to slice the sky and darken blinding day.

The blood may turn to frost, the dreams to death,

And yet these trampled frozen roses lay

Alike a glitt'ring road of hope beneath.

[moonlightmused]

I promised you a house of roses red,

But green envy had built walls high with thorn.

A key to my loves residence I’d sworn,

But bleeding heart who pricked itself instead

Made messes out of our sacred bed.

we held too tight to expectations worn;

love held too tight becomes a love to mourn.

the burning passion’s fire can quickly spread

and friction sparks a burning last collapse

of the roof under regret’s heavy weights.

We loved too much too brightly and perhaps

the Heat of worry melted rose gold gates.

The Roses wilted, black like coal they lied,

The house abandoned, our love has died. l

Context: I wrote a love poem several years ago about promising my love a house of a thousand roses. Color was a major motif. After heartbreak and years apart, I wanted to experiment with sonnets and this poem came about.

Iambic pentameter

Rhyme: abba abba cdcd ee

[hanro50]

> Fade

Days fall away in an infinite decay

What is left to relay

The stars fade away

Succumbing to entropy's wrath

Is time slowing down

What is left to be shown

How close hath we flown

As the burning light dies

Cracks forming

Consequences storming

Wills fading

Tomorrow's sorrow

Overflow here now

Ticking ever slower

[pangur-and-grim]

I'm the opposite of a free-verse person. I love finding formats so complex that their instructions look like summoning circles. it is FUN!! I am PLAYING!!

[aminhaalmanua]

Sonnet of a Painful Love

Your inner intense pain indeed is ours, it passes through my being just like a sword. A sharpened shiny blade in lunar hours, impels my flesh and soul to a tortured world.

The cut is deep and many layers were wasted,  away I heal and suffer, a bitter penitence. Throughout the silent night, I bleed out naked: just loving you became a cruel life sentence.

My soul’s an open wound before the dawn, a tearful cry out is what I groan, our ties are tightened up by a strong trance.

A party of distress, just you and me, eyes closed, our hands in hands, river and sea: the ballad of a painful love we dance.

[English version of the poem  “Soneto da Dor de Amar” from 2006, written in 2015]

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[connorsnothereeither]

What’s this? A Virgil poem? That’s totally just a poem? So fun, so silly, so whimsical ✨

But in all seriousness… I like my funky little poem :))

[outstanding-quotes]

Francesco Petrarch, Sonnet 190

[funsizedcoffee]

me on my way to pick up my high school diploma for graduation still not knowing the difference between the subject and the object of a sentence

[unabashedqueenfury]

Reign 2013-2017/01-13

"S'i' fosse foco..."

(Toby Finn Regbo as Francis Valois)

(Cecco Angiolieri, from "S'i' fosse foco","Rime", LXXXVI, XIII Century)

[creatediana]

“Crossed Out” - a Petrarchan sonnet written 12/08/2022

[mishkakagehishka]

What the fuck i knew like 8 of the 13 questions and managed to have smth to say ab 12 of the 13

[rosareversa]

It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.

Rainer Maria Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheus (Part One, XXI)

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[deborahdeshoftim5779]

@fandomsandfeminism​ This is fantastic. 

Here’s another important point: Juliet was willing to die, rather than violate her marriage to Romeo. In what way can this be written off as being a ‘hormonal teenager’? She was certainly impatient with her Nurse, yes. But I would argue based on Juliet’s speeches that she is probably the most emotionally mature character in the entire play, aside from Friar Lawrence. 

She knows, for example, that simply looking at a man won’t make her automatically like him. (I’ll look to like, if looking liking move.) She knows that lovers can be fickle, and discourages Romeo from making vows that seem hollow. (O swear not by the moon, th’inconstant moon.) She wants a marriage commitment as proof of Romeo’s honour. (If that thy bent of love be honourable, Thy purpose marriage...) She makes promises and keeps them, even to her own detriment. (My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven; How shall that faith return again to earth, Unless that husband send it me from heaven by leaving earth?)

And as you already said, Romeo and Juliet is about the consequences of baseless hatred. That’s literally at the very beginning! I truly wonder whether people are deliberately ignoring vast quantities of the play in order to stuff it into the 21st century Western perspective of what a romance should entail...

"Romeo and Juliets romance is just so unrealistic! It's not what a romance is like in MY experience!"

Oh? Oh really? You, adult living in 2022, you never went to a fancy Venetian masquerade in the 1590s and met a mysterious stranger and then your first conversation spontaneously forms a perfect sonnet? That's not a totally relatable experience for you?

Is Macbeth unrealistic because of the witches? Is Midsummer unrealistic because of the love potion?

Like, there's no explicit magic in Romeo and Juliet, but it still exists in a heightened reality, and overlooking the role that language plays within the text itself kneecaps your analysis of the intent.

When we hear of Romeo, his dad and friends are discussing his recent sad mood- he's upset because the girl he likes has no interest in him. His friends try to distract him from it with a party, but dont really seem to...connect with or fully empathize with his sadness. When we first hear of Juliet, her father and Paris are planning her marriage (without her input.) They are both talked about but not really listened to. The way they are spoken about isolates them from others.

Then they meet, and with no knowledge of each other, not even their names, they click into perfect rhythm. They finish each other rhymes. They form perfect ABAB quatrains in conversation, their sentences form a rhyming *couplet* at the end.

You know the song Ana sings with Hans in Frozen? Love is an open door? We finish each others- Sandwiches? Yeah- it's riffing on this. The idea that you meet someone perfect and right away your souls can make poetry together. The immediate intimacy of being so in sync that your introduction is a love poem.

I don't know, yall. Romeo and Juliet isn't a gritty hyper-realistic Oscar nominated docu-drama. It teters on the edge of fairy tale and myth, it leans on its language to convey deeper emotional truths that a 5 act play doesn't have the time to develop as deeply as we, in our world of movie montages and long form TV, are more accustomed to. This isn't a slow burn, pining, enemies to friends to lovers. It's soul mates love at first sight, and when you accept that, the play can get on with the business of saying what it wants to say about hate and the cycle of violence and social rules and decorum and how grudges and blood fueds can destroy the magic in the world if we let it.

"It doesn't matter if they are really in love. They should be allowed to be stupid hormonal teenagers without dying" I see many people say, and while I think that sentiment is true, I DO think it matters that they are in love. I think it matters that their meeting sparks a sonnet, and that poetry is snuffed out by the violence around them.

I think it matters that what they had wasn't an arranged marriage or a "good match" made by approving friends- that it was spontaneous and instant and inexplicable, but that the world couldn't let that be because it defied all the rules. Because it wasn't set up by parents and wasn't politically convenient, because it wasn't part of a proper, prolonged courtship with chaperones and social approval- it was love and poetry that defied all of that and so it was snuffed out. That they are pushed to such extremes not just by the killings, but by Juliets impending engagement to Paris, they have to act now because their love doesnt fit into the proper pattern set out by society- I think that matters.