Sonnet Practice #2

English Sonnet practice. Written in response to Danse Macabre, as part of a bid to write not-completely-devoid-of-concrete-inspiration.

Sonnet #2

Bow stolen from the soldier’s private stash
Death strung the catgut, pliant, over wood
She turned down one but all that were not ash
Upon her vapid thrusts her army stood
Bells rang out loud and clear across the bog
Which silence broke until the clattering host
Oblivious to the rising, steaming fog
They waltzed – to soloist, they made a toast
To all things two would do but none would say
In life, for life, behind the dark of night
And stand for it until the judgment day
Whilst new moon cloaked lost innocence and blight
Lips spoke nought but Death already would know
From herself did both rot and pleasure grow


Translated original text upon which the musical piece was based on (quoted from Wikipedia):

“An English translation of the poem follows:

Zig, zig, zig, Death in cadence,
Striking a tomb with his heel,
Death at midnight plays a dance-tune,
Zig, zig, zag, on his violin.
The winter wind blows, and the night is dark;
Moans are heard in the linden trees.
White skeletons pass through the gloom,
Running and leaping in their shrouds.
Zig, zig, zig, each one is frisking,
You can hear the cracking of the bones of the dancers.
A lustful couple sits on the moss
So as to taste long lost delights.
Zig zig, zig, Death continues
The unending scraping on his instrument.
A veil has fallen! The dancer is naked.
Her partner grasps her amorously.
The lady, it’s said, is a marchioness or baroness
And her green gallant, a poor cartwright.
Horror! Look how she gives herself to him,
Like the rustic was a baron.
Zig, zig, zig. What a saraband!
They all hold hands and dance in circles.
Zig, zig, zag. You can see in the crowd
The king dancing among the peasants.
But hist! All of a sudden, they leave the dance,
They push forward, they fly; the cock has crowed.
Oh what a beautiful night for the poor world!
Long live death and equality!”

Yep. Saint Saens was mad as well.


P.S. So I found this on youtube. It’s a bit psychedelic at first but I’m sure, dear reader, after a little persuasion you’ll dance along as well.


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Posted on July 12, 2012, in Sonnet Practice. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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