![]() Triolets in the Argolid
Return The taste is strong as ever, figs and cheese and wine. I recall each savor; the taste is strong as ever, even if it will never be quite so fresh again. The taste is strong as ever, figs and cheese and wine. Obverse Two sides of one coin love and worry seem. Both of them are mine: two sides of one coin, two links in one chain, left/right of one brain? Two sides of one coin love and worry seem. Metamorphosis Why does transformation sneak up on us so? In life, not just narration, why does transformation creep upyes, in slow motion, inexorably, though? Why does transformation sneak up on us so? Technology Where are worry beads now people have cell phones clamped against their heads? Where are worry beads? Ancient human needs, new millennium; where are worry beads? People have cell phones. Fortress Before we reach the top, street sounds fade away. Many steep steps up before we reach the top; just when did they stop? Silence; scalding sky. Before we reach the top, street sounds fade away. Dactylic Tino's counting on his fingers. Syllables and rhyme; a faint Sapphic cadence lingers. Tino's counting on his fingers. Generations of singers keeping, conquering time. Tino's counting on his fingers; syllables and rhyme. From Volume 185, Number 6, March 2005 Copyright © The Poetry Foundation |