O, Villanelle Villanelle!
O, Villanelle Villanelle! You that rhymeso well with “little bell,”—whose lines amount
to nineteen, a prime that works all the time.
Your two refrains permit no theft or crime,
yet throughout the end-rhymes repeat and count;
O, Villanelle Villanelle,—You that rhyme!
Rain or shine, in calm or tempestuous climes,
your song swells and falls of its own account
to nineteen, a prime that works all the time.
Your grandioso tempos build and climb,
then culminate in the ending's dismount;
O, Villanelle Villanelle,—You that rhyme!
Your strict form is not for all paradigms;
for everything's transacted less discount
by nineteen, a prime that works all the time.
And when refrains together go sometimes,
your chords take on a sound that's paramount;
O, Villanelle Villanelle,—You that rhyme
to nineteen, a prime that works all the time!
Poetry by Ngoc Nguyen
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Written on 2020-07-21 at 18:45
Tags Nineteen Prime Villanelle
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