Golf Club

you take your golf clubs
to            your golf clubs

where your balls recede
the perfected stroke
that sends them soaring

to

the rough

the trap

or

the enticing

all hyphen-engulfing 

hole

Master of Passionate Assonance: William Shakespeare

The focus of this brief essay is the prolific, prodigious, and Protean musical use of assonance by William Shakespeare in his poems and plays. 

Question: What is assonance? 
Assonance is simply the repetition of vowel sounds. One word which exemplifies assonance well is “picnic” with the repetition of the short i sound. An easy way to remember the correspondence between assonance and picnic is to envision the famous and scandalous painting by Edward Manet, “Le Déjeuner sur l’herbe,” lunch on the lawn, i.e. picnic.

The characters depicted in the picture with their picnic, like most characters on a picnic, probably have their own ass-on-ants. 

What are the elements found in Shakespeare’s tool box? “Words, words, words,” as Hamlet replied to Polonius when asked what he was reading. Of what do words consist? Vowels and consonants. All of the English vowels — A-E-I-O-U and the ever-curious Y — all possess multiple sounds. Vowels are created with an open mouth, lips and teeth parted, with no tongue tapping teeth or upper palette. 

It should be remembered that Shakespeare’s plays were meant to be heard, not read. Therefore, he needed to have words that would both tease and please and also caress and impress the ear. “Sounds that give delight and hurt not,” as Caliban observed in The Tempest. 

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“If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth the rough touch with a tender kiss.”
(Romeo and Juliet Act I, Scene v)

The excerpt above is Romeo’s first words to Juliet during the party scene in Act I, scene v. Shakespeare reveals his verbal virtuosity by including their first encounter in the form of a sonnet. 

This quatrain contains many instances of assonance, which we noted is the repetition of vowel sounds. For instance, there are twelve instances of the short “I” vowel and 4 instances of the long “I” vowel. 

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Some poets on the vowel prowl choose to use single vowel sounds as in e. e. cummings’ [in Just-], where the world is “mud-luscious” and “puddle-wonderful.” Shakespeare also uses single vowel sounds in triplicate as with “sin is this” and “blushing pilgrim.” In line four, we also find assonance in duplicate with “to smooth” and “rough touch”, which echo the vowel sounds from line three which are, “two blushing.”

Shakespeare also creates interest with what I call sequential assonance, which is the repetition of different vowels in sequence. Examples of this are the opening, “if I” followed by “with my” (line 1) and “this shrine” (line 2). He then inverts this sequence with the first words of line three, “my lips.”

To dissect poetry in this way may restore the resplendent aroma of the blessed day when we dissected frogs in high school biology. Frogs are at their most magnificent when alive and jumpstarting Mark Twain’s literary career with “The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County.” Or, when serenading Dionysus on his Hades vacation in Aristophanes’ comedy “The Frogs.” In a similar vein, Shakespeare comes alive when the words are heard. I encourage everyone to enjoy the physical fun of reading Shakespeare aloud, allowing the syllables to inhabit the cavity of chest and mouth. “Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to/ you, trippingly on the tongue.” (Hamlet Act III, Scene ii)

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“Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.”
(Romeo and Juliet, Prologue)

The first quatrain in the prologue of “Romeo and Juliet” is rich with instances of assonance. In line one, the open “o” of both “households” and “both” butt up against each other. “In dignity” is a short “i” triple play. 

Line two bears the cherished, “fair Verona, where.”
Line three has another triplet, “to new mutiny.”
And lines three and four have a quartet – “from,” “grudge,” “blood,” and “unclean.”
In line four, “civil” like “picnic” is a single word that has interior assonance. 

How infinite in faculty, facility, and felicity is Shakespeare. The tenure and scope of his genius so easily exceeds the cabined and cribbed confines of this brief essay, which treats but one aspect, assonance, in his panoply of literary gifts. My hope is that as you read and hear Shakespeare, your eye and ear will have an expanded appreciation and apprehension of the beautiful, musical use of assonance contained in the creations of our upstart crow, the protean, prolific, poetic, Prometheus. “O for a Muse of fire!”

still

we lay in bed
your long straight black hair
flowing
alongside our spring time
nakedness

four arms and four legs
an interlocked octave
of affection

in dawn’s faint radiance
our delicate embrace
still
in place

Margy

While the twilight was turning into starry night,
On the roads of Rose Hill we would walk,
Past the rows of beach houses bestowed on our right,
To beguile the sweet time with soft talk.

In a cardigan sweater that went past her waist,
Incasing both shoulders and arms,
With a mouth whose moist mirth I was longing to taste,
While embracing emblazoning storms.

On a bench as we sat, our duet “Heart and Soul”
Was controlling what fingers were doing.
Her left shoulder of my heart had quite a firm hold,
While below the bench our legs were wooing.

Her laughter was musical, rounded, and shy,
With her smile a conspicuous gift.
Dolce redolent Renaissance brown hair and eyes
In whose gaze in a daze you would lift.

Only eighteen short summers you gave our lakeshore
A rare form of such delicate grace.
But what I, in my mind’s eye will see evermore,
Is your soul through your radiant face.

 

(c) Ken Sullivan, 2020

 

Sharon

When vulpine, voluptuous Miss Sharon Redd
first entered the room, I went heels-over-head.

In a soft, suede, short-sleeve, short-short one piece
lovely light limber-lithe legs exposed,
hyper hip shoes and painted red toes,
Miss Sharon Redd entranced my apartment,
a hurrysome whirl of womanly woes.

Vividly I remember the first time
when she breezed in, those high check bones!
Full red rich lips, O those twins that singed l’amour
Sur toute les choses. 

In a Virginia-accented sweet speaking voice,
easily laughing at life absurd.
Dishing the dirt but fairly, discreetly
with the inflection of sensuous birds.

One morning after staying up all night,
to the Pierre for breakfast we went.
Cafe-au-lait with my cafe au lait lady
Lay, lady, lay, on my big brass bed
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.

Singing, SINGING!
The girl has some mighty righteous pipes
Stunning honey running past the haunting pain,
Sung through panes of stained glass windows
Summer winds summoning the mourning rain.

Love at first sight does exist.
Long before the lips have kissed,
Comes desire that will persist
Until some becoming bliss
Leaves you with someone to miss
When the Miss turns into missed.

(c) Ken Sullivan 2020

Family Portrait

My mother, my father, my sister and me,
On horseback regarding the camera, smiling. 
My brother is absent as he’ll always be, 
An incomplete course, the college requiring. 

Just one month after the picture was taken, 
He was found walking alone with a Bible,
Naked as the day when he came from the womb. 
Shy, gentle Mike broke a State Trooper’s finger. 
Soon he was subjected to electric shock. 

Then descends a curtain of uncertainty,
A tension ever present with intention
And attention hesitant and reticent. 
Presentiments of future futility,
Fatality shattering reality. 
A kind quiet soul, simply seeking serenity 

Chased

A chaste kiss on the cheek for a farewell,
The haste of the departure guaranteed
No time for an embrace, but just as well,
It seems the more we get, the more we need.
My arm around her waist reminded me
Of evenings from our past, quite long ago,
As flies in amber, chambered memory
Inspected, resurrected joy and woe.
Fleeing and flown, the evening at an end,
Is time well spent expended on the past?
Past Perfect passed perfectly the Present tense,
The question is, I fear,  intense at last.
Add an “e” to past, to create a paste,
Too pasted to the past, a life’s a waste.