1. Ch 14 PATTERN
Sound and Sense

2. It all comes together in a form or pattern
WORDS
METONYMY
SOUND DEVICES
IMAGERY
RHYME
PARADOX
SIMILES
TONE
EXPERIENCE
METER
ALLUSIONS
SYMBOLS
METAPHORS
IRONY
It all comes together in a form or pattern

3. THREE BASIC PATTERNS CONTINUOUS STANZAIC FIXED
Lines follow each other with no formal grouping
STANZAIC
Repeated units: lines, length, rhyme scheme
FIXED
Traditional pattern applies to whole poem
THREE BASIC PATTERNS

4. My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there’s a barrel that I didn’t fill Beside it, and there may be two or three Apples I didn’t pick upon some bough. But I am done with apple-picking now. Essence of winter sleep is on the night, The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.
Lines follow each other without formal grouping.
continuous form

5. stanzaic form I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in the rain—and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat.
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
stanzaic form

6. fixed form Rondeaus Rondels Villanelles Sestinas Limericks Sonnets
A traditional pattern that applies to the whole poem.
fixed form

7. sonnet 14 lines Iambic pentameter Square in shape Italian English
Characteristics of all sonnets
Two kinds of sonnets
sonnet

8. What a sonnet does First 8 lines present a problem, last 6 a solution
First 8 lines ask a question, last 6 offer an answer
Usually a shift or VOLTA at line 9
Subject matter is traditionally serious: love, meaning of life, death, religion, politics,
What a sonnet does

9. English sonnet aka Shakespearean sonnet
If poisonous minerals, and if that tree,
Whose fruit threw death on (else immortal) us,
If lecherous goats, if serpents envious
Cannot be damn'd, alas! why should I be?
Why should intent or reason, born in me,
Make sins, else equal, in me more heinous?
And, mercy being easy, and glorious
To God, in His stern wrath why threatens He?
But who am I, that dare dispute with Thee?
O God, O ! of Thine only worthy blood,
And my tears, make a heavenly Lethean flood,
And drown in it my sin's black memory.
That Thou remember them, some claim as debt;
I think it mercy if Thou wilt forget.
English sonnet aka Shakespearean sonnet