Saturday, May 14, 2011


I've been thinking about this poem by William Wordsworth:

Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned,
Mindless of its just honours; with this key
Shakespeare unlocked his heart; the melody
Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound;
A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound;
With it Camöens soothed an exile's grief;
The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf
Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned
His visionary brow: a glow-worm lamp,
It cheered mild Spenser, called from Faery-land
To struggle through dark ways; and, when a damp
Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand
The Thing became a trumpet; whence he blew
soul-animating strains--alas, too few!

I've always loved a good sonnet.  Though I am a really poor poet, I think there is a connection between sonnets and flash fiction.  My mind keeps tugging me back to this form.

The Marriage of True Minds was a fantastical fictional riff on a famous Shakespearean sonnet.  I think it worked well for the casual reader or the esoteric poetry reader, but I want to explore the sonnet form as well as the content.  Stay tuned.  I'll let you know how it's going. 

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