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All we need is fourteen lines, well, thirteen now, and after this one just a dozen to launch a little ship on love's storm-tossed seas, then only ten more left like rows of beans. How easily it goes unless you get Elizabethan and insist the iambic bongos must be played and rhymes positioned at the ends of lines, one for every station of the cross. But hang on here while we make the turn into the final six where all will be resolved, where longing and heartache will find an end, where Laura will tell Petrarch to put down his pen, take off those crazy medieval tights, blow out the lights, and come at last to bed. 轉折妙哉! -- 英語文工作室 http://www.wretch.cc/blog/jsengstudio/ 個板 defenestrate -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 122.124.103.43
frolicker:yeah~this is what i talk about! and111.243.212.162 05/05 23:05
frolicker:it's still a great Italian sonnet111.243.212.162 05/05 23:06
frolicker:with a transition in ninth line~ the111.243.212.162 05/05 23:07
frolicker:poet is ingenious.111.243.212.162 05/05 23:08
dale:XD 60.248.75.178 05/06 10:38
hahastarr:oh oh i like it! 210.54.148.202 05/06 13:09