QUOTE (Larry @ Jun 26 17, 18:20 )
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Hi Ali,
Glad to see you over here in Karnak joining in on the fun Daniel and I have been having. We usually do not critique these posts unless necessary when parameters are overstepped. You might go back to the first of the string to review the rules of the Short Rondeau. You did get away from tetrameter in your post and you did not end it with a small portion of the beginning of the first line.
This is just a FYI. If you want to join in on the string, welcome.
Larry
Hi Larry;
I'm confused. Why would my "short rondeau" be completely flawed, beginning with the absence of tetrameter? Unless I'm tone deaf, it's written in iambic tetrameter (four feet, or 8 syllables) with an unavoidable accent clinker that is the prerogative of the writer? (ta TUM ta TUM ta TUM ta TUM. Some variation is allowed. An extra or missing syllable may be tolerated, and an occasional reversal of the ta TUM pattern (to TA tum) is common, even desirable as a way to avoid monotony. An example of four lines of tetrameter is the first stanza of the introduction to Milton,by William Blake:)
Secondly, I'm well aware of the rondeau's form, short or long, that had undergone several changes in the course of time. However, I took some liberties that now come back to bite me in the caboose. I should have adhered to the true rondeau form, which might be these ones I pulled off the net. As said, I took some liberties, but my lines are tetrameter. Thanks. Ali.
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