The Genry Study
Analysis
I choose the genre of Interlocking Rubaiyat.
- The poem is comprised of quatrains following an aaba rhyme pattern.
- Each successive quatrain picks up the unrhymed line as the rhyme for that stanza. So a three-stanza rubaiyat might rhyme so: aaba/bbcb/ccdc. Sometimes the final stanza, as in Frost's example above, rhymes all four lines.
- Lines are usually tetrameter and pentameter.
Showcase
this is the first version when I can only generate one “aaba” style stanzas.
The direction of my gaze is his pointing finger.
My gaze is clear like a sunflower.
Ah, how even the simplest
And claps his hands all by himself, Smiling at myslumber.
He shows me all the things there are in flowers.
And serves as the model for all the others.
And perches
If they sang, they’d be singers.
That creaks down the road in the morning, Very early,
And when rain is scarce, we pray for it. And so I take unhappiness with happiness Naturally
To think as if thinking were
Lightly,
My gaze is clear like a sunflower.
Ah, how even the simplest
And claps his hands all by himself, Smiling at myslumber.
He shows me all the things there are in flowers.
And serves as the model for all the others.
And perches
If they sang, they’d be singers.
That creaks down the road in the morning, Very early,
And when rain is scarce, we pray for it. And so I take unhappiness with happiness Naturally
To think as if thinking were
Lightly,
this is the final version of looping interlocking rubaiyat.
The direction of my gaze is his pointing
Running and tumbling through the grass, Pulling
His father was two different
Like a large head saying
They hide
He came down a hillside
The direction of my gaze is his pointing
He sleeps inside
If I could sink
To think
They hide
(Do those who believe in St. Barbara Think
Running and tumbling through the grass, Pulling
His father was two different
Like a large head saying
They hide
He came down a hillside
The direction of my gaze is his pointing
He sleeps inside
If I could sink
To think
They hide
(Do those who believe in St. Barbara Think
If they sang,
And will give us greenness in the spring,
That begins with light
Fills me with feeling,
Invent saints or angels
My old age wouldn’t have wrinkles or white hair...When I was of no more use, my wheels
If they sang,
And feels
I am moved the way water flows
He throws
Invent saints or angels
He shows
And will give us greenness in the spring,
That begins with light
Fills me with feeling,
Invent saints or angels
My old age wouldn’t have wrinkles or white hair...When I was of no more use, my wheels
If they sang,
And feels
I am moved the way water flows
He throws
Invent saints or angels
He shows