O, Villanelle Villanelle!

O, Villanelle Villanelle! You that rhyme
so 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 The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-07-21 at 18:45

Tags Nineteen  Prime  Villanelle 

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