And worn my melancholy with an air.
My tears were big as stars to deck my hair,
My silence stunning as a sapphire ring.
Oh, more than any light the dark could fling
A glamour over me to make me rare,
Better than any color I could wear
The pearly grandeur that the shadows bring.
What is there left to joy for such as I?
What throne can dawn upraise for me who found
The dusk so royal and so rich a one?
Laughter will whirl and whistle on the sky—
Far from this riot I shall stand uncrowned,
Disrobed, bereft, an outcast in the sun.
Death & Loss
Humor & Satire
when a poem has lines ending with words that sound the same
exaggerated statements or claims not meant to be taken literally
the expression of one's meaning by using language that normally signifies the opposite, typically for humorous or emphatic effect
the fact of two things being seen or placed close together with contrasting effect
a question asked for effect, not necessarily to be answered
A poem with fourteen lines that traditionally uses a fixed rhyme scheme and meter.