Nov 20, 2011 | Gus Stevens, Villanelle
I sat down to drink the wine and hungry fingers reached for a baguette but he stopped my hand and claimed “It’s mine.” Jesus Christ man! Whatever—fine. I don’t know why this guy is so upset. I sat down to drink the wine. What right has he to...
Nov 17, 2011 | The Work of Greater Minds, Villanelle
“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.)The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I...
Nov 14, 2011 | The Work of Greater Minds, Villanelle
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...
Nov 13, 2011 | The Work of Greater Minds, Villanelle
Most of you know that I have a certain affection/obsession with sonnets, but I have been tinkering with a new poetic form, called a villanelle, in recent days. Similar to a sonnet, villanelles have a fixed rhyme scheme and predefined structure and length. These...
