Saturday, August 27, 2011

Monostich (XXVIII -- resartus)




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“Let’s go swimming!”    said the fish.




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Remarkable, how the addition of that little syllable changes things, sur le plan poétique !  A waltz-time dimeter becomes a thumping oompah-band of a trochaic tetrameter;  and what began as a mystical vision, becomes a punchline or witticism.






 

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