The Ode Less Travelled: Unlocking The Poet Within

Hm. It is a form that certainly seems to appeal to outsiders, or those who might have cause to consider themselves such. Among the poets we have looked at as authors of villanelles we find an African American lesbian, a Jewish lesbian, a lesbian whose father died when she was four and whose mother was committed into a mental institution four years later, two gay men, two alcoholics who drank themselves to death and a deeply unstable and unhappy neurotic who committed suicide. Perhaps this is coincidence, perhaps not. Once again I am forced to wonder if it is ironic interplay that might make the most convincing explanation. As I suggested earlier, sometimes the rules of form can be as powerfully modern a response to chaos, moral uncertainty and relativism as open freedom can be. The more marginalised, chaotic, alienated and psychically damaged a life, the greater the impulse to find structure and certainty, surely? The playful artifice of a villanelle, preposterous as it may appear at first glance, can embody defiant gestures and attitudes of vengeful endurance. It suits a rueful, ironic reiteration of pain or of fatalism. We mustn’t exaggerate that characteristic of the form, however: Heaney’s ‘Anniversary Villanelle’ and some very funny examples by Wendy Cope demonstrate that it need not be always down in the dumps.

Technically the trick of it seems to be to find a refrain pair that is capable of run-ons, ambiguity and ironic reversal. I think you should try one yourself.

Poetry Exercise 14

Any subject, naturally. The skill is to find refrain lines that are open ended enough to create opportunities for enjambment between both lines and stanzas. This is not essential, of course, your refrain line can be closed and contained if you prefer, but you will gain variety, contrast and surprise if run-ons are possible.

Don’t hurry the process of chewing over suitable refrains. Naturally the middle lines have to furnish six b rhymes, so words like ‘plinth’ and ‘orange’ are not going to be very useful…enjoy.

The SestinaLet fair SESTINA start with this first LINE,So far from pretty, perfect or inSPIRED.Its six-fold unrhymed structure marks the FORM. The art is carefully to choose your WORDSEspecially those you use at each line’s END, If not you’ll find your effort’s all in VAIN.Look up: that final hero word was ‘VAIN’And so it ends this stanza’s opening LINE.We use up all our heroes till the ENDAnd trust that somehow we will be inSPIRED To find a fitting place for all our WORDSAnd satisfy the dictates of the FORM.It’s simple, once you get the hang, to FORMYour verse in sections like a weather-VANE: The secret lies in finding six good WORDSThat seem to suit the ending of a LINE.Your pattern of ideas should be inSPIREDBy heroes who will see you to the END.Their cyclic repetition to that ENDEnsures your poem will at least conFORMTo all the rules. From time to time inSPIRED Solutions will occur. Write in this VEIN,Just interweaving neatly line by LINEUntil you’ve used your stock of six good WORDS.Composing in this form is knitting WORDS:You cast off, purl and knit and purl to ENDEach row, then cast off for another LINEUntil a woolly poem starts to FORM.You may believe sestinas are a VAIN,Indulgent, showy, frankly uninSPIREDIdea. Yet many modern poets have conSPIRED,To weave away and knit their scarf of WORDS.I’ll not feel my attempt has been in VAINIf by the time this chapter’s reached its ENDJust one of you has learned to love this FORMAnd taught your hero words to toe the LINE.EnvoiINSPIRED by fair SESTINA now I ENDThis run of WORDS. I hope that you will FORM–And not in VAIN–a poem in this LINE.

This is a bitch to explain but a joy to make. There is no set metre to the modern English sestina, but traditionally it has been cast in iambics. The form comprises six sixains followed by a three line envoi, a kind of summation or coda. So, thirty-nine lines in all. We can best see how it works by concocting a new one together. Let’s begin:

Stanza 1

So take the prize. You’re Number ONE.

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First place is yours, the glory TOO.

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No charge for smugness, gloating’s FREE.

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It’s all you’ve worked and striven FOR,

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The losers wilt, the victors THRIVE,

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So wear the wreath, I hope it STICKS.

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