"The Architect's Dream" by Thomas Cole‘The Architect’ by Annabelle Fuller The Society March 16, 2019 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 10 Comments He thinks in lines And vexing vertices. His shining mind always inclines To maths and magnitude, minute degrees Of formulae, and the impossibilities He has deciphered with those symbol-signs. The architect Perceives the things the rest Of us forget. He can erect The best and boldest buildings, which attest That all the tensile, tractile talent he’s possessed Since childhood has allowed him to perfect His mastery Of masonry. Astute Ideas spin out – the faster he Conceives of his constructions, his acute And obtuse rudiments, the sooner he can root His schemes in pargeting and plastery, In gypsum moulds Releasing casts which act As replicas. Each model holds The keys to understanding: what is lacked And what’s expendable’s confirmed, and the exact Proportions finalised. If he beholds The opulence Of Soufflot’s Panthéon, All marble-hemmed magnificence Inspired by Greece and Rome – a paragon Of peerless neoclassical finesse perched on A crypt (Voltaire is interred there), immense In scale and size – He marvels at its sheer Dimensions. Well-informed and wise, His aptitude’s unrivalled (his career Relies on how his works objectively appear) In every obscure, abstruse enterprise. When he recalls The cloistered colonnades, The mansards, mezzanines, and malls, The buttresses and boundless balustrades Which won their ancient architects grand accolades, Or how the Parthenon unfurls and sprawls, Or how Labrouste, Wren, Garnier, and Jones Had calculated and deduced The smartest, shrewdest ways to lay the stones (In subtle, sandy, milky-coffee-tinted tones) When paving the palazzos they produced, He is inclined To imitate their skills And let the structures he’s designed Be panegyric odes to -burgs and -villes And -boroughs that they built. He resolutely wills His works to symmetry – walls all aligned At intervals Vitruvius advised. With functions and reciprocals He’s shaping great Renaissance-authorised Creations, like those Michelangelo apprised: Vaults, viaducts, and voussoired vestibules. His blueprint sheets Use coses, sines, and tans: The corner where each border meets Is perfectly precise. His vision spans From chart to site, inciting panoramic plans Of grinning grids which lead to neat conceits Like roomy domes Which crown a fine façade; Curved crescent rows of townhouse homes; Prim promenades; a Paris boulevard; Four paralleling porticos that shield and guard A quad, like some concurrent palindrome; Cathedral naves Where glass-lit choirboys send Out song, and incense wreathes in waves; And mirrored silver-glimmer halls which rend Each rapt reflection, making every shadow bend. All these began as simple timber-staves. He fashions dreams With rafter batten-boards. He gives them sturdiness, and seems To realise fantasies. His art affords Him awe, acclaim, well-paid commissions, and awards. He made his own home’s frame from diamond beams. Annabelle Fuller reads Classics and English at Magdalen College, Oxford, where she is a member of the Florio Society. Her poems can be found in New Poetry Magazine, the Oxford Review of Books, and the Society of Classical Poets Journal. She won the Forward Young Critics Prize in 2017 and the BBC Proms Poetry Competition in 2018. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. 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Reply Annabelle Fuller May 1, 2019 Thank you very much, Amy! Reply James A. Tweedie March 16, 2019 Annabelle, If a person is known by the company he/she keeps then your architect is in very good stead, indeed! The poem mini tour de force in form, concept, content and execution. One question, is this a set poetic form or one original to you? Reply Annabelle Fuller May 1, 2019 I don’t believe it’s a set poetic form – I was experimenting with creating my own formalist scheme of rhyme and rhythm. Reply Lisa March 16, 2019 Love this poem, Annabelle. Shared with a number if my architect friends. Reply Annabelle Fuller May 1, 2019 Thanks, Lisa. I hope they enjoyed it! Reply David Paul Behrens March 16, 2019 Structurally interesting and quite outstanding! Reply Monty April 5, 2019 Well, I’ve only just spotted this absolute masterpiece, Anna (I’ve just been in Nepal for 12 weeks with limited wifi); and, my, am I glad I did spot it. It’s so unique: in the subject-matter and in form (I can’t stop looking at the form; it’s so sophisticated). It contains clear diction throughout; and consistently strong rhymes. This could well be the most unique piece of work that I’ve seen on the SCP pages; and I fervently hope to see more of your work in the future. Reply Annabelle Fuller May 1, 2019 I really appreciate that comment, Monty. I’m certainly hoping to create more formalist pieces like this one. Reply Cyrus J. July 11, 2019 Ms. Fuller, I’m not exaggerating when I say this is one of the best poems I’ve ever read in my life. I’ve read a few of your other works too and they’re all really good. Will you be compiling all of them together into a poetry book anytime soon? I’d be your first customer. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. 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