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ezri -> RE: April Showers Bring Spring Flowers Homeschool Chat (4/1/2008 7:50:39 PM)
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#1 most important thing here- David wrote an amazing poem! It is really good. [:D] and I mean that.
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ORIGINAL: Ellie-Mae
This is David's Sonnet- first draft:
Was to ride into battle,
The daring knight.
He got his saddle,
In the middle of the night.
He was going to fight
With shield and sword
To make wrong turn to right
With God's Holy Word.
With a prayer to the Lord
He charged into war,
Took blade from scabbard,
Ready to spar,
And displaying his courage,
Fought for his village.
AAAAAH! Now I have to learn about sonnets so I can grade this thing![&:]
Ellie-
E-how "How to write a sonnet"
#2 He has the English sonnet rhyme pattern down(abab cdcd efef gg), now to get into the Iambic pentameter part of the lines.
hehehehe...
or rather
duh-DUH-duh-DUH-duh-DUH-duh-DUH-duh-DUH.
for more along the actual THOUGHT pattern of the sonnet as it is more than the rhyme pattern and iambic pentameter. See the Sonnets for Dummies website HERE
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Ah, but there's more to a sonnet than just the structure of it. A sonnet is also an argument — it builds up a certain way. And how it builds up is related to its metaphors and how it moves from one metaphor to the next. In a Shakespearean sonnet, the argument builds up like this:
* First quatrain: An exposition of the main theme and main metaphor.
* Second quatrain: Theme and metaphor extended or complicated; often, some imaginative example is given.
* Third quatrain: Peripeteia (a twist or conflict), often introduced by a "but" (very often leading off the ninth line).
* Couplet: Summarizes and leaves the reader with a new, concluding image.
Shakespeare Sonnet 116:
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worths unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
William Shakespeare
More info than you EVER wanted right?
~ezri
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