…interesting rhyming scheme at the very end: aabbcc, deed. Is this a herald of a return to formalism in poetry that the modernists so soundly rejected? Or could there be a message in the “deed”?
Or more to the formalism point, could it be that the whole thing ends in a sonnet? The rhyming scheme actually starts much earlier:
Well, I have to close them
This paid incandescent light
Is like the vigil of a virgin
Last to tell before my eyes I’ll end.
From dreams I made sentences, then what I’ve seen today,
The past the past of afternoons of stories like memory
To seeing as a plain introduction to modes of love and reason
Then to end I guess with love, a method to this winter season
Now I’ve said this love it’s all I can remember
Of Midwinter Day the twenty-second of December
Welcome sun, at last with thy softer light
That takes the bite from winter weather
And weaves the random cloth of life together
And drives away the long black light!
“From dreams I made sentences….a method to this winter season/Now I’ve said this love…”
The shortest day ends in structure and order preceding the longest night, the most total darkness…
Thanks, Julia, for leading us on this caravan!
