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Before going on to other formal variations, a glance another metrical experiment that brings up the question of topic. This one has of course nothing to do with romantic love -- which would be odd indeed for a devout Jesuit priest to write about.

It is sometimes tempting to claim that if the sound of a Hopkins poem does not move you, you have no soul. I don't, mind you, but it is tempting. Read this one aloud, especially if you haven't before. A windhover, by the way, is a type of small falcon usually called a kite, for its hovering in the wind over the downs, and sillion is a dialect word for a furrow. Note again a classic volta, one drawn even more sharply than either Petrarch's or Sidney's.


The Windhover
To Christ our Lord

I caught this morning morning's minion, king-
    dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding
    Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding
High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,
    As a skate's heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding
    Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding
Stirred for a bird, –- the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!

Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here
    Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion
Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!

    No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion
Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
    Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermilion.


More or less five feet per line, depending on how much you agree with Hopkins' own analysis of the meter, but definitely not iambic -- and yet I'd argue it still is quite recognizably a sonnet. Compare to his "Spelt from Sibyl’s Leaves," a more extreme metrical experiment that doesn't feel sonnet to me, despite the orthodox rhyme and volta -- plus others such as such as "God's Grandeur" (fairly orthdox), "I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day" (the darkest of his dark sonnets, and an object lesson in how many spondees you can substitute and still count as iambic).

Are there any subjects you consider particularly inappropriate for a sonnet -- whether because it's unsuitable to the form, or the form won't suit it, or whatever?

---L.

Date: 2012-09-28 12:51 am (UTC)
zirconium: picrew of me in sports bra and flowery crop pants (sunflower sentinel)
From: [personal profile] zirconium
I don't think there's any subject I'd reject as inappropriate for any form (and, indeed, would be tempted to consider it a challenge if someone decreed somesuch off limits) -- it's more a matter of whether the writer in question has the chops to make the form serve the subject. I remember reading a collection of sonnets some years ago that I found really, really boring, and that experience nudging me toward recognizing that technical proficiency in itself is not enough: it can be either or both structure and sauce (i.e., make a topic more interesting, because of the tension added by the form, or provide a spring for the poem to reach a height it might not otherwise), but those things by itself are still not enough.

(She says, glancing wistfully at a basketful of first lines...)

Date: 2012-09-28 04:49 pm (UTC)
zirconium: picrew of me in sports bra and flowery crop pants (Default)
From: [personal profile] zirconium
the subject has to be the right size for a sonnet: too complex, and it won't fit in that basket

Too true. When I read your question, I was thinking more in terms of social or moral acceptability rather than scope.

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