Wednesday, February 7, 2018

"Sounds, and Sweet Airs..." - poem

Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com

“Sounds, and Sweet Airs…”

Be not afeard. The isle is full of noises,
Sounds, and sweet airs that give delight and hurt not.

The Tempest III.ii.129-130


Be not
Afraid
Iambs
Are just
The way
We speak
They are
Our natch
Ural
Rhythm

Or:

Be not afraid; iambs are just the way
We speak; they are our natural rhythm 1

Sometimes they must be squashed a bit, and then
(Hear “natural” as two syllables, a pair

Othertimes “natural” is read as three) –
Be a skilled artist in your poetry!


1 “Rhythm” is a trochee, not an iamb
But let it stay, that poor, little lost lamb

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