Category Archives: In Verse

in verse # 11 : last of the awdl

To me, turkey has always meant dark meat — the leg and the thigh.  This may be because of an association I made early on between dark meat and the dark lady of the sonnets.  I had no idea who … Continue reading

Posted in In Verse | Tagged , , , , , | 4 Comments

in verse # 10 : aged in charcoal

Rolfe Humphries’s fine poem, “Winter, Old Style,” with which he illustrates the Welsh meter rhupunt, ends with these lines: The trees are bowed in the bare wood; there is no shade in any vale.                                    The reeds are dry and … Continue reading

Posted in In Verse | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | 6 Comments

in verse # 9 : for batter or for verse?

I just got home from a performance of the Chinese Opera Orchestra of Shanghai, which was founded in 2010 to preserve and popularize Chinese traditional music, according to the program booklet, and they do play Chinese traditional music and Chinese … Continue reading

Posted in In Verse | Tagged , , , | 4 Comments

in verse #8 : for good measure

“All early Welsh poetry is rhymed.  The word awdl, used for the work of a chief bard, is the same as odl meaning rhyme, and an awdl was rhymed speech” as Gwynn Williams informs us[i].  This is an old, old … Continue reading

Posted in In Verse | Tagged , , , , , | 6 Comments

in verse # 7 : not just a pretty face

In a response to my last post, Jonathan Langford asked two questions that I wanted to answer immediately.  But I made the mistake of thinking about his questions as I was formulating my answers, and my answers grew more complex.  … Continue reading

Posted in In Verse | Tagged , , , , , , | 3 Comments

in verse # 6 : verse control

It seems like lately every time this post is due, I’m away from home.  In April, it was Pacific Grove; in May, Ithaca; in June, this month right here, yesterday, I was in Rock Creek Hollow.  That’s up in Wyoming.  … Continue reading

Posted in In Verse | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 3 Comments

in verse #5 : green armor

It was in his first class at the University of Washington, and my first poetry class in graduate school, that I met Leslie Norris.  He walked into class that first day and said, in what we would all have surmised … Continue reading

Posted in In Verse | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | 7 Comments

in verse #4 : leafy teacups

Looking back, it seems that my first attempts at writing poetry were adventures in revision.  What I remember revising first were songs, specifically Primary songs — although my mother insists that I was at work on the hymns in Sacrament … Continue reading

Posted in In Verse | Tagged , , , , , , | 3 Comments

in verse #3 : Monster Bait

I was a graduate student at the University of Washington, studying Anglo-Saxon poetry, struggling to translate Beowulf, when I first thought of writing an epic poem about Joseph Smith in Anglo-Saxon verse.  It’s a good thing I wasn’t studying Old … Continue reading

Posted in In Verse | Tagged , , , , , , , | 12 Comments

in verse #2 : reading allowed

Aloud is the only way you should read a poem.  If hearing your own voice create the poem isn’t pleasing to you, the poem may not be a bad poem, and you may not be a bad reader, but one … Continue reading

Posted in In Verse | Tagged , , , , , , | 12 Comments