As we discovered in class today, I have a finite mind. As such, I have to write rough drafts of dead words. Wow, that's so morbid. I haven't tried applying the whole iambic pentameter thing yet, but anyway, here's my sonnet as it is today.
Sonnet 1
For you, shall I climb up on this mountain?
If I shout your name to the cascading valley,
If I finish this wonderfully ambiguous quatrain
Will these desperate pleas, will they make you love me?
And if love be such a beautiful thing,
Will the valley shout back rejoice?
As this speech echoes, listen to the valley sing.
When I tell you I love you, listen to the valley voice.
The falls cascade to their far deep baths
The land left awash in this echo of mocking
And listen now, for at these words it laughs.
A valley voice performs the infinite, and at this love it's balking.
But if I tell you I love you, at the end of this couplet,
Will you tell me you love me? Won't you settle this bet?
Sabrina
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