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I love to go out in late September
among the fat, overripe, icy, black blackberries
to eat blackberries for breakfast,
the stalks very prickly, a penalty
they earn for knowing the black art
of blackberry-making; and as I stand among them
lifting the stalks to my mouth, the ripest berries
fall almost unbidden to my tongue,
as words sometimes do, certain peculiar words
like strengths or squinched,
many-lettered, one-syllabled lumps,
which I squeeze, squinch open, and splurge well
in the silent, startled, icy, black language
of blackberry -- eating in late September.
Galway Kinnell
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Kerry Wood
(8/17/2008 12:23:00 AM) |
I am not sure whether to call this poem a sonnet or a quatorzain. It is not rhymed iambic pentameter, but it has the typical octave/sestet meaning shift of conventional sonnets. I note that other poets (Robert Hayden, for instance) call their unrhymed free verse 14-liners sonnets. I have never seen Mr. Kinnell's poem so labeled. Can anyone give me a clue? I have written extensively aboout the poem but don't know what to call it in terms of traditional forms.
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