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Terza Rima

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  • Glossary Terms
    An Italian stanzaic form consisting of tercets with interwoven rhymes. A concluding couplet rhymes with the penultimate line of the last tercet.
  • Poem
    By Dante Alighieri
    Translated By Robert Pinsky
    As I drew nearer to the end of all desire,
    I brought my longing's ardor to a final height,
    Just as I ought. My vision, becoming pure,

    Entered more and more the beam of that high light
    That shines on its own truth. From...
  • Poem
    By Jay Wright

                                        (1)

    Nothing that exists can be
    temporal; still I come to lay this stick
    upon these altars, those three

    definitions of sun, the border and thick
    measure...
  • Poem
    By Vera Mary Brittain
    God said, “Men have forgotten Me:
    The souls that sleep shall wake again,
         And blinded eyes must learn to see.”

    So since redemption comes through pain
    He smote the earth with chastening rod,
       And brought destruction's lurid reign;

    But where His desolation trod
    The people...
  • Poem
    By Wilfrid Wilson Gibson
    “I cannot quite remember.... There were five
    Dropt dead beside me in the trench—and three
    Whispered their dying messages to me....”

    Back from the trenches, more dead than alive,
    Stone-deaf and dazed, and with a broken knee,
    He hobbled slowly,...
  • Poem
    By Mary Szybist
    The job was easy: I tucked
    them in, kicked off my shoes, listened for
    the floor to go quiet. Everyone

    slept except one: outside her door,
    she paced, she hummed, holding
    the edge of her torn

    nightgown. Pointing, I told
    her: to bed. Your bed. But she...
  • Poem

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    Athena

    By Amy Clampitt
    Force of reason, who shut up the shrill
    foul Furies in the dungeon of the Parthenon,
    led whimpering to the cave they live in still,

    beneath the rock your city foundered on:
    who, equivocating, taught revenge to sing
    (or seem to, or be about to)...
  • Poem
    By Percy Bysshe Shelley
    I
    O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
    Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
    Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,

    Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
    Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,
    Who...
  • Poem

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    Aria

    By David Barber
    What if   it were possible to vanquish
    All this shame with a wash of   varnish
    Instead of wishing the stain would vanish?

    What if   you gave it a glossy finish?
    What if   there were a way to burnish
    All this foolishness, all the anguish?

    What if...
  • Poem

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    Kouign Amann

    By Ange Mlinko
    I went to make kouign amann. It sounded Irish
    and/or Maghrebi. But it’s Breton, as I can swear
    by the blue hydrangea like a cloudy iris

    I photographed near Finistère.
    And now I’m here in Croton-on-Hudson
    trying to remember what was sinister

    about the asymmetrical cruets,
    swan...
  • Poem
    By Jacqueline Osherow
    A full year passed (the seasons keep me honest)
    since I last noticed this same commotion.
    Who knew God was an abstract expressionist?

    I’m asking myself—the very question
    I asked last year, staring out at this array
    of racing colors, then set in motion

    by the...
  • Poem
    By Derek Walcott
    i

    Between the vision of the Tourist Board and the true   
    Paradise lies the desert where Isaiah’s elations   
    force a rose from the sand. The thirty-third canto

    cores the dawn clouds with concentric radiance,
    the breadfruit opens its palms in praise of the bounty,   
    bois-pain, tree...
  • Poem
    By Derek Walcott
    BOOK SIX


    Chapter XLIV

    I

    In hill-towns, from San Fernando to Mayagüez,   
    the same sunrise stirred the feathered lances of cane   
    down the archipelago’s highways. The first breeze

    rattled the spears and their noise was like distant rain   
    marching down from the hills, like a shell at...
  • Poem
    By Sir Thomas Wyatt
    My mother's maids, when they did sew and spin,
    They sang sometime a song of the field mouse,
    That, for because her livelood was but thin,

    Would needs go seek her townish sister's house.
    She thought herself endurèd too much pain;
    The...
  • Poem
    By Percy Bysshe Shelley
    Swift as a spirit hastening to his task
    Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth
    Rejoicing in his splendour, & the mask
    Of darkness fell from the awakened Earth.
    The smokeless altars of the mountain snows
    Flamed above crimson clouds, & at the...
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