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 Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 4:56 pm
This was an assignment for English class that I wrote mostly last minute. I don't think I did it right. I know I didn't follow the bob and wheel format.
We were supposed to write our own poem based off the verse form of the Middle English alliterative romance Sir Gawain and the Green Knight.
Four major beats per line. Alliteration on at least three of those beats. Then the rhyming bob and wheel at the end of each stanza.
(Bob and wheel: five lines that rhyme ababa at the end of each stanza. The first line, called the "bob," is usually only two syllables; the "bob" serves as the bridge between the long series of alliterative lines and the concluding four rhyming lines, which are the "wheel." The bob maintains both the alliteration of the previous lines while it also begins the rhyme scheme of the concluding "bob and wheel." )
I also had to include some of the vocabulary included in our translation of the poem.
Is untitled and makes little sense (even to me).
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The planets perform their promenade through the cosmos
As the stars shine most splendidly all about,
Casting confidence and compassion to the creatures
Belonging to that brightness. Beyond the best
Of all stars sits the Sun in our own system.
Considerably cherished by many cultures through time,
Deified and described to be divine like chariot
Riding Helios hurrying over the heavens.
Such is the springtime sun that rises swiftly in the sky,
Soon marking a Monday morning and greatly
Lighting the faces of the laborious and lazy alike,
Ready to face another week of work and wonders.
So commenced as custom for each cycle of the Earth
For all wights that wake as the welkin grows bright
And blue.
One young woman to rise
Got dressed with some ado
Struggling briefly with the ties
To one of her shoes.
This grown girl eats and then goes out
To her usual work in the world where
Her name is known as none other than
Diana like distinguished deity of the moon.
Truly her tasks were quite trivial in nature
And most flexible and fortunately not formidable,
For she could converse comfortably with coworkers.
However, this day her duties were different.
By her boss's boon and with the benefit of retiring early,
She was to pickup a particular parcel of importance
And deliver it dutifully and without delay.
So she set out swiftly to the shop
But bowled over a bystander by accident.
Laughing lightly they leapt upright
And with soft smiles stood to speak.
They presented their prenomen, (the newcomer Peter)
Then continued their course courteously in company
Until paths parted when Peter arrived at his place.
Some streets away she spotted the shop
Where a woman waited with the bundle
And told the teenager the address was taped
To the packet.
Upon leaving the store
Outside she found a racket
For there was quite a downpour
And many didn't have a jacket.
Refraining from repining about the rain
She strode some steps when a squall
Whisked the writing into wide pool of water.
The blue writing was beyond blurred
So Diana doubled back through the door
To ask the lady to look for the location
To bring her bundle. Busy and bad-tempered
The shopkeeper shouted, "Stay out of my store,
You caitiff children," coarsely and cantankerously.
Leaving listlessly now, at a loss on what to do,
She returned to her boss, raiment wet from rain,
The cloudburst ceaselessly covering the city,
Only to learn that he left for lunch not long ago
And no one knew or had a notion about the package,
So they sent her to see the manager's son
Who helped his father frequently and could find out
What dwelling to deliver the drenched and diminutive
But onerous box.
Diana carefully took note
That the son was down a few blocks
On a paper stashed away she wrote
So it wouldn't be as wet as her socks.
Walking outside, the weather was now wonderful.
The clouds had cleared, no longer concealing the sun,
Though puddles were prevalent, it proved a pleasant
Venture as her vesture was quickly very much
Dried from the daylight's rays shining down.
Trudging along, she tripped from her tiredness
Of her morning's misadventure. The packet just missed
A collision with a passing car and crashed
On the street where a sportive child secured it.
"Return that to me," Diana respectfully requested
But the boy bared a smile, bringing her nothing.
"I shall give it if you play my game, girl,"
And he laughed lively, lifting the bundle.
Sighing softly, she sustained her smile,
Agreeing delightfully through the diversion delayed her.
The wily one exclaimed, "A war of wits
And the brain!"
The young boy hoped to win,
Though there was no gain
But perhaps to cause chagrin
Or just to entertain.
He recited a riddle, "What has roots
Never noticed but hardly negligible,
Not growing but goes up greater than trees?"
Musing a moment, "mountains" rose in her memory,
True was her answer, thrilling the trickster.
"Screaming and soaring, streaking the sky,
These flowers of fire fly up and scatter
High in the heavens for a national holiday."
Smiling as these would soon be seen
With the festival on the fourth of the following month.
"Fireworks," she fired back, forcing a smile
As time trudged on, ticking tenaciously.
Her patience paid off, but perhaps poorly so,
For she felt fed up, fidgeting ever more
Each second.
"It is my turn now,"
Diana then reckoned.
The thought of some chow
For her stomach beckoned.
Stopping a few seconds to sort out thoughts,
She recalled a riddle, "There's a miniature room
With no hinges, lids or hidden hatches.
No key keeps it seamlessly closed,
And only time traps the golden treasure."
This game for the mind granted no guessing
And the boy brooded but was ultimately bested.
He turned over the parcel, thanking her for the treat
Of partaking and playing to help pass the period.
Trading thanks as well, freed from her thraldom,
She returned the right path rather rested.
Her self-control had suffered, wishing to soon
Return to her abode.
Not caviling but truly objections
In her mind, though none did she unload.
Continuing in the correct direction,
She walked on down the road.
At last her eyes lingered on the learned address
Of the son of her supervisor. Striding to the structure,
An apartment building, she briefly browsed
The names listed in little lobby.
Catching sight of the cognomen, she called the number
Next to the name. A notion passed her mind
And she desired to dismiss. Distressed by the delay,
She worried and wondered if it was wise to have come.
Presently a voice piped up, "This is Peter,"
And surprise sprung up at the familiar speech.
"This is Diana downstairs- here to inquire about a delivery."
She heard, after a lapse, lilting laughter.
"Wait a while and I'll be with you soon."
The line was left and she lingered by the door
Until moments more when the man from the morning appeared.
"I am fain to see your fair face again,"
He stated as he stopped a short distance away.
"I'm shocked to see you as well, sir,
But my presence was needed for this pesky parcel.
Can you readily recognize the route I'm to take?"
More merriment met her ears
And with a grin he gestured grandiosely around
And started to speak, "See your surroundings?
Now fear not for your function is finished.
Marry, this box was meant for me."
Holding his hand out to her
Peter took possession of the package.
Thanking her thoroughly, he gave her a tip
And carried a courteous conversation for a while.
Then Diana said,
"A long journey done,
I'm all ready for bed.
I jest, although one
Entire hour has fled."
Politely they peacefully parted once more
And gladly she turned to tread toward
Her home. Happily she headed off,
Though trying and terrible the say seemed
At first, she found a friend and even
A tip.
At home, after lunch,
Patience was restored after its dip.
She had a hunch
It was important during her trip.
If you recognize names, good for you.
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 11:55 pm
O_o
Wow.
That was good smile
And it also features my favouritest person ever *g*
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 2:56 pm
I didn't think so. <<;
Mine, too! O:
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 7:44 pm
well, the metrical lark... blah... I have no idea about that. Never had, and I don't care enough to get one.
But I'd say the alliterativenessous part is good, and it's rather easily readable, so...
yeah, so sorry if my "review" is completely useless.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 12:32 pm
D'aww. If only you graded this for me instead.
It has a point! To make me feel good about writing it. <<;
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 4:01 am
Teachers are stupid sometimes >_>
And I'm sorry about that ):
Better luck next time? ...*hugs*
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 4:27 pm
Dude, it's dense and and it's long, so it must be good!
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