Sonnet with a Different Letter at the End of Every Line

George Starbuck

     O for a muse of fire, a sack of dough,
     Or both! O promissory notes of woe!
     One time in Santa Fe N.M.
     Ol' Winfield Townley Scott and I ... But whoa.

     One can exert oneself, ff ,
     Or architect a heaven like Rimbaud,
     Or if that seems, how shall I say, de trop ,
     One can at least write sonnets, a propos
     Of nothing save the do-re-mi-fa-sol
     Of poetry itself. Is not the row
     Of perfect rhymes, the terminal bon mot,
     Obeisance enough to the Great O?

     "Observe," said Chairman Mao to Premier Chou,
     "On voyage à Parnasse pour prendre les eaux.
     On voyage comme poisson, incog."

Commentary

Notes

    N.M.: New Mexico
    ff: fortissimo (musical term, 'very loud')
    de trop: too much
    bon mot: clever saying
    French sentences:
      they travel to Parnassus[1] to take the waters,
      they travel as fish
  [1] Name of a mountain in central Greece, anciently sacred to Apollo and
      the Muses; hence used allusively in reference to literature, esp.
      poetry. -- OED

Rhyme scheme: aaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Today’s poem is not so much poetry as verse. However, it is a wonderfully ingenious piece of verse, and I for one am an unabashed fan of ingenuity. As an added bonus, it’s not only a poem about poetry (see previous theme <g>) but a poem about itself. The latter, incidentally, is a not-too-unusual device in poems whose main focus is their form - inverting the scheme of things somewhat, the content highlights and reinforces the form, explicitly pointing out its various features. On the down side, it’s a slightly overused technique, and one that is liable to topple over the fine line between ‘crafted’ and ‘contrived’ - nonetheless, when well done it can, and has, produced some delightful poems.

Biography

George Starbuck 1931 - 1996

There’s not much about Starbuck online - for a somewhat personal perspective on the man, see the obituaries at

http://wings.buffalo.edu/epc/documents/obits/starbuck.html

— Martin


The Wondering Minstrels, poem #194 · 1 September 1999

Poem selected by Martin DeMello

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Victor Curran · 17 October 2003

On your site, line 14 is missing a word. It should read:

“On voyage a Parnasse pour prendre les eaux.

[The “a” should have an accent grave.]

–VC