Tonight was the last night of our conversation about sonnets. Shakespeare, Shelley, Yeats, Keats, Frost. Sigh.
I was going to ask about the whole rhyming thing and was still trying to figure out what my question was and our leader allows that Frost says “rhyme is everything”. Mind blown basically because it’s true, and even when he writes in blank verse there’s often some internal close-rhyming going on… darn.
I was pondering about all this stuff and the poems we talked about and how one learns to write in meter and rhyme, I got distracted reading about Gerard Manley Hopkins and that was all I wrote and didn’t write last night. Will try to do better today.
