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Posted: Fri May 02, 2008 8:59 pm
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For our English class we had to make a sonnet using iambic pentameter, and the themes were either life, love, or death.
I'd like some critique on this sonnet please! Thank you in advance.
There is an old man, withered and dying.
He’s in a meadow, green and painted gold,
Flocks of birds above, lamenting, crying
There are trees like him, majestic and old.
All around his still body, music plays,
The faint sound of trumpets, the throb of strings,
His slight body warmed by the sun’s rays.
He opens his eyes as an angel sings.
And Godfather Death is there, cloaked in white.
His arms are open wide, no scythe in hand.
A white horse appears, bathed in a white light.
Then the man is in the sky, endless, grand.
The man did not scream, and he did not cry,
For it is beautiful when we all die.
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2008 11:41 am
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