Check Jacob's villanelle. We're working on writing the villanelle form with all the classes (we have been reading the classic by Dylan Thomas, "Do not go gentle into that good night," as well as a more contemporary example by Michael Ryan, "Milk the Mouse") but we need one more week to finish up. Jacob, however, handed me this hot potato right away. One of his lines was inspired by "Milk the Mouse." Kudos to him, and enjoy to you.
I should mention that some students in other classes did hand in their first-draft villanelles to me, but Jacob's was the only one that totally stuck to the rhyme and repetition scheme of the traditional form. With that in mind, I plan on posting some of the other examples when they get a chance to take another stab at them.
I've also included a lovely little poem from Susy, which she wrote during the week. Both of these poems are from Mr. Czoski's 7th grade class in room 209.
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Let me be for once
Susy G.
Confused of life
Confused of love
Confused of where my heart is taking me
Confused about you
Can I just be confused
For a second a minute a year!
Just confused
Villanelle
Jacob L.
They will beat me ’til I’m sore
They will look for me every day
Be strong, be tough, they can’t find me anymore
They think I’m poor
They will look by the bay
They will beat me ’til I’m sore
They saw me running out the door
They won’t find me if I pray
Be strong, be tough, they can’t find me anymore
It was like a war
They are on their way
They will beat me ’til I’m sore
They almost took me down on four
They might find me today
Be strong, be tough, they can’t find me anymore
They hate be because I ignore
I must obey
They will beat me ’til I’m sore
Be strong, be tough, they can’t find me anymore
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