Creative Writing: Poetry, Lesson Eight

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

[Professor Chaucer is again sitting quietly at his desk. He looks pretty much the same as he did yesterday, although possibly a little more worn.]

Welcome to your final poetry class of the term. I want to tell all of you how much I've enjoyed this class. Teaching it has been an incredible experience, and you have all been a joy to get to know. I wish you all well during your holiday and with whatever you move on to next term.

[Final Project] Please present your sestina to the class, and then hand in the written copy before leaving today. Final grades will be posted tonight.


[OOC: I'm against a deadline, folks. I need your projects posted here no later than midnight tonight EST. Grades will go up at some ungodly hour after that. It's been fun, guys! Thank you!]


FINAL GRADES for Creative Writing: Poetry
leeadama: A+
lisacuddy: A
scissors__: A
chasingangela: A+
the4thsister: A+
positive_angel: B-
rory__gilmore: C+
death_n_binky: A-
ihatedenmark: A
swerval_zero: A-
kikidelivers: A+
sheltered_texan: A

Comments

Re: FINAL PROJECTS

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

Sestina:

Go, you, that loveth beauty.
More still you, who worship grace.
These things lie not in truth
When it shows bare to glaring light.
This solace you will not find here,
Hiding within my humble art.

For what, indeed, is art?
Just that which shows beauty?
The daubs of paint put there or here
To show a ballerina in her grace
Or the falling of soft light
On a portrait showing a face’s truth?

Or is it found in universal truth,
The edicts of math and laws of art
The physics of a ray of light,
Is this what embodies beauty?
Then where fits the sense of grace,
That intangible presence that dwells here?

These thoughts within my mind here
Searching in my soul for truth
And deep within my heart for grace
Which gives voice to my simple art
While I forever wonder, "Beauty!
What is it brings it to light?"

For there can be always just a single light
One sparkling point that shines here
From which springs great beauty
Although ringed by dark and ugly truth
And that is a work of art.
That is a shower of grace.

When there can be grace
Though hard it is to bring to light
When it glows even once it is art
And it is always welcome here.
When this has shown itself as truth
Oh yes, then therein lies such beauty!

Each one here has their own peculiar grace
Under the light of unmistakeable truth
And within mortal art there may be immortal beauty.

[Original, but you knew that already ;-) ]