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Renaissance Poetry

Renaissance Poetry. Sonnets of Petrarch and Shakespeare. “If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it’s to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.” - Jim Morrison, The Doors. “At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.” - Plato.

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Renaissance Poetry

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  1. Renaissance Poetry Sonnets of Petrarch and Shakespeare

  2. “If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it’s to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.” - Jim Morrison, The Doors “At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.” - Plato “Poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.” - Da Vinci “When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.” - JFK

  3. Sonnet • 14 Lines • Octave and Sestet • Iambic Pentameter • Iambic – 2 syllable feet with the stress on the second syllable • Pentameter – 5 feet • Often about a beloved, sometimes unattainable

  4. Inspiration • Love • Poetry • Art

  5. Soleasi Nel Mio Cor She ruled in beauty o'er this heart of mine, A noble lady in a humble home, And now her time for heavenly bliss has come, 'Tis I am mortal proved, and she divine. The soul that all its blessings must resign, And love whose light no more on earth finds room, Might rend the rocks with pity for their doom, Yet none their sorrows can in words enshrine; They weep within my heart; and ears are deaf Save mine alone, and I am crushed with care, And naught remains to me save mournful breath. Assuredly but dust and shade we are, Assuredly desire is blind and brief, Assuredly its hope but ends in death. Translated by Thomas Wentworth Higginson.

  6. She ruled in beauty o'er this heart of mine, A noble lady in a humble home, And now her time for heavenly bliss has come, 'Tis I am mortal proved, and she divine. The soul that all its blessings must resign, And love whose light no more on earth finds room, Might rend the rocks with pity for their doom, Yet none their sorrows can in words enshrine; A B B A A B B A The OctaveThe first 8 lines The Problem or Desire

  7. They weep within my heart; and ears are deaf Save mine alone, and I am crushed with care, And naught remains to me save mournful breath. Assuredly but dust and shade we are, Assuredly desire is blind and brief, Assuredly its hope but ends in death. C D E D C E The SestetThe last 6 lines Comment or Solution

  8. Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18 Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate:Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,And summer's lease hath all too short a date;Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;And every fair from fair sometime declines,By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;But thy eternal summer shall not fade,Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

  9. Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st: A B A B C D C D E F E F The QuatrainsThe first 12 lines

  10. So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. G G The CoupletThe last 2 lines “like going for a short drive with a very fast driver: the first lines, even the first quatrain, are in low gear; then the second and third accelerate sharply, and ideas and metaphors flash past; and then there is a sudden throttling-back, and one glides to a stop in the couplet” (Spiller 159)

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