It is not just his looks (okay, it’s his looks), but also an inherent, seeming, sweetness. Though I’ve actually been quite amazed by my love for Pattinson. Yeats and Virginia Woolf, so please don’t judge me too harshly. (She can be forgiven, my wife was also smitten by the smolder.) One last thing, if you love Robert Pattinson, the painfully soul-drenched vampire of Twilight, you will find a soul-mate in Gustafson. If you have kids learning to read, try out her book. So, if you’re looking for poetry, take a look at her blog. And did I mention she writes for children? A book she wrote and illustrated was published by Backstroke Books, called 1 Mississippi. As with the sonnet above, she dispenses with meter, but unlike that sonnet she retains the rhyme scheme of the Shakespearean Sonnet (there’s no half line).įor a poem written in 8 line stanzas of four rhyming couplets, check her post: The Burden of Specialness – Firely. Also, check out her sonnet Post-Eden, it’s quite good. The sonnets volta (which not all sonnets have) is her shift between yesterday and today, between observation and a sort of philosophical summing up. As it is, the sonnet could either be a modified Shakespearean Sonnet (both because of the extra line and because there’s no meter) or a nonce sonnet (which is simply what you refer to a poem whose form is unique to the poem and the poem’s author). If she had written the poem using Iambic Pentameter, for example, a half line, conventionally, would be Iambic Trimeter. It’s only nominally a “half line”, since there’s no meter in the poem. She adds a fifteenth “half line” to the sonnet. What she experiments with (which is why I say almost to the rhyme scheme) is the number of lines. She dispenses with meter, but almost keeps to the rhyme scheme of the typical Shakespearean Sonnet.
Her latest post is Subway Sonnet ( as of Sept. Third, she writes fun posts and has the same last name as a favorite high school teacher (way back when).
In fact, I have a Master’s Degree in Children’s Literature. First, she writes traditional poetry, which is to say, she tests herself against the disciplines of rhyme, meter and form. Just noticed a new netizen blogger – Karin Gustafson. Readers familiar with Shelley’s Ozymandias will pick up on a good many echoes. I wrote most of this yesterday, on the drive home, sparked by the bleak landscape of November’s first snow. This isn’t at all the way I started, but once the idea got under my skin, I had to. I can’t bring myself to write any other kind.
As promised, a sonnet - Shakespearean.
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