The Botereid

Wednesday, October 27, 2004

Blank Verse

I asked Bloom today if I could submit my final paper in blank verse. He laughed and said, "Well, we've already come this far," which seemed, strangely enough, to refer to how long he's been teaching. And so, he's letting me do it, but on one condition: That it be "excellent blank verse." Oh, it will be worthy of the bard.

For you imperial poets, blank verse is unrhymed iambic pentameter -- perhaps most famous for its appearance as the meter of the sonnet:

Shakespeare, Sonnet 130

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

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