rhyme!

I decided to write a poem in rhyme for a change! Fun times had by all (although come to think of it, it's pretty melancholy). Anyway, the inspiration for this poem is Schubert's "Death and the Maiden" (Der Tod und das Madchen)...it should be a better poem for material that lofty, but one of the downsides to "every day" is a dud once in awhile. Anyway, it would be pretty cool if you guys would sometimes leave suggestions for poetic forms or inspirations as comments. Think about it! :)



Schubert Hits Plympton Street

The cool day slips on
loosing its winds.
The tossed leaves murmur
to the light on their skins.

The sun sweeps out slow
over unmown fields.
The apple trees are shedding
their rotten, brindled yields.

A girl with long hair sings
in a foreign tongue.
She lifts her white legs high
Her voice clear and young:

“Lay me out gently
like a cut rose still red.
And lay the autumn leaves
unturned about my head.”

Sweetly she goes by
murmuring her lieder.
So death recalls itself
to the sapling and the cedar.