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    The French-Italian rooted TERZANELLE is a 19-line poem consisting of five interlocking triplets plus a concluding quatrain in which the first and third lines of the first triplet appear as refrains. The refrains are the middle lines from the previous stanza used as the last line of the middle stanzas in place of the refrains.


    Example by Lewis Turco:
    *NOTE* the 1st several lines are numbered & lettered for easy schematic reference

    Terzanelle in Thunderweather

    (1) This is the moment when shadows gather (A)
    (2) under the elms, the cornices and eaves. (B)
    (3) This is the center of thunderweather. (A)

    (4) The birds are quiet among these white leaves (b)
    (5) where wind stutters, starts, then moves steadily (C)
    (6) under the elms, the cornices, and eaves-- (B)

    (7) these are our voices speaking guardedly (c)
    (8) about the sky, of the sheets of lightning (D)
    (9) where wind stutters, starts, then moves steadily (C)

    into our lungs, across our lips, tightening
    our throats. Our eyes are speaking in the dark
    about the sky, of the sheets of lightening

    that illuminate moments. In the stark
    shades we inhibit, there are no words for
    our throats. Our eyes are speaking in the dark

    of things we cannot say, cannot ignore.
    This is the moment when shadows gather,
    shades we inhibit. There are no words, for
    this is the center of thunderweather.


    Posted By MsJacquiiC | Sep 18, 2006
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