Each day this week I am publishing a short 4-line verse, each one commencing with a well-known line, sometimes adapted to suit the context, from a renowned published poem. The general theme is that of Isolation.
( ‘April is the cruelest month’ From ‘The Waste Land by T.S.Eliot )
On T. S. Eliot: Pastiche #2
April is the cruellest month
But I’m glad that I’m alive.
I tell myself I’m fit and fine,
You’d never guess I’m eighty-five.
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Dark the days are now
Winter bites as we look on
In November’s clothes
Breeding hope and dulling pain
Will we see this month again?
is a genre of classical Japanese poetry meaning a short poem, and one of the major genres of Japanese literature. Tanka
A Tanka consist of five units (often treated as separate lines when romanized or translated) usually with the pattern of 5-7-5-7-7 syllables per unit or line). Wikipedia.
I have here ended my Tanka with a rhyming couplet
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