"Man Writing by an Easel" by Gerrit Dou‘Again’ by Jane Blanchard The Society July 30, 2017 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 7 Comments Upon the release of the Society’s How to Write Classical Poetry When feeling some compulsion to compose, One wonders which of many forms to choose, Then tends to favor what one really knows, Where there is little left to gain or lose. But one may wait to see how process goes, Delay deciding on a mode to use, Let verse reveal itself as more than prose. (Its very sound and sense provide good clues.) As language flows from pen or key to page, Discovery could be one’s s.o.p. So that surprise engages every stage Of writing any kind of poetry. A habit can be difficult to halt: Here is another sonnet by default. A native Virginian, Jane Blanchard lives and writes in Georgia. Her second collection, Tides & Currents, like her first, Unloosed, is available from Kelsay Books. Related Post ‘Sing Me Not’ by Oliver Mort Goddess, sing me not, that barbaric yawp of man’s puny sorrows. He wants to swap his countless ills, not go down to Hades. The dogs and vultures wa... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 7 Responses Sally Cook July 30, 2017 Dear Jane Blanchard — Thank you for posting your poem AGAIN, about making sonnets. So much poetry, whether free or formal, eschews content for frippery. Good poems have many levels, and, through the use of meter and rich descriptive language make it easy for readers to move from one to another. Having only read the one poem, I am not yet able to see if you agree, but I sense that you do. I must go to your site and read more Reply James Sale July 30, 2017 A beautiful poem – seemingly easy, but not – just a complete mastery of the form – love it! Reply Leonard Dabydeen July 31, 2017 Jane Blanchard’s ‘Again’ is a wonderful sonnet and an interesting guide to follow in learning how to write sonnets. Here is a sonnet I have written: A Rich Man When a rich man is afraid That he may lose everything He sleeps less for not being paid And twitters almost about anything. God forbid time will come When he and his cronies Will wonder if they and some Will squawk about their follies. What shall we do next? They ask Sitting on their laurels at last Abracadabra what is our task? Scrubbing hands to wash the past. And this rich man will sit and ponder What is it like being poor, I wonder? Thank you for comments. Reply James July 31, 2017 Yay Reply Father Richard Libby July 31, 2017 I really enjoyed this sonnet. Congratulations on a job well done! Reply David Hollywood August 4, 2017 So reflective of how we often find ourselves when writing. Thank you. Reply Lew Icarus Bede August 9, 2017 Part of the ease of Ms. Blanchard’s “Again” comes from its “its very sound,” exempli gratia, the “z” in the octave. What I particularly like about her sonnet is its even and regular surface as the “language flows,” the contemporary acronym, and the quietly abrupt couplet. Though it is très moderne in its writing about writing, in her absence of enjambment she reminds me of Gray in the polish of her lines. It is a style that is easily missed amidst the bombast of the day, but a relief nonetheless. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.