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Rayne (Alýr)
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« on: 30 June 2005, 20:09:00 »

Gah. Ok, after writing O Echo (see poem for an explanation of the sestina form), I was so displeased with the result that I attempted to write another sestina. Because I left out the echo, I added in rhyme. It's really difficult to write a sestina and make it middle-ages-ie (when you're a poet, you're allowed to make up words!).

Unhappy with this sestina. Need help. Maybe if I keep practicing this form, I'll get it eventually. ::sigh::

Yes--this poem is a bit depressing.



Draught of Sorrow

I take another draught of sorrow
To satiate my heart today,
Without regard to my tomorrow.
There nothing left but to delay.
Each moment ‘till I die I borrow.
My sight is blurred, although I may

See Nehtor here. With sad dismay
He seems to linger in my sorrow;
It seems he’s asking if I’d borrow
A song—which I don’t want today.
There is no lyric could delay
The wretched dawning of tomorrow.

I have no place in that tomorrow;
It lends me not but dread dismay.
I pray this lonely night might lay
A little longer ‘round my sorrow.
The execution of today
Approaches, and I cannot borrow

A minute more—one cannot borrow
With nothing to exchange. Tomorrow
Will come, will swallow down today
And all I feel now is dismay
Against my drunken, sunken sorrow.
Could blind Seyella’s moon delay

The sun, should starlight ever lay
Here, I would, for the time I borrow,
Forfeit all I have, but sorrow—
All my pieces, that tomorrow.
If this time’s worth meets with dismay,
I’ll give her every yesterday

To sleep forever in today.
But only Queprur lets me lay
Here, resting, healing, dreaming. May-
Be she will give me time to borrow.
I’d offer her my lost tomorrow
But for another draught of sorrow.

Each moment I delay and borrow
For my dismay, and for tomorrow,
Without you, every day is sorrow.

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