Weekend poetry January 28, 2007
Posted by Evil Bender in Poetry.trackback
Presented with two thoughts:
- It’s possible to write good love poetry
- If you’re writing love poetry that seems similar to this, you’re probably re-writing good love poetry–which means you’re writing bad love poetry.
Robert Burns, “A Red, Red Rose“:
O my luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June;
O my luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
O I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve,
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.
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