A sonnet is a fourteen-line poem, predominantly in the iambix pentameter. The Italian (or Petrarchan) sonnet has two divisions: The first eight lines (rhyming abba abba are the octave, and the last six (rhyming cd cd cd, or a variant) are the sestet.
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, (a)
With conquering limbs asride from land to land; (b)
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shal stand (b)
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame (a)
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name (a)
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand (b)
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command (b)
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. (a)
'Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!' cries she (c)
With silent lips. 'Give me your tired, your poor, (d)
Send these, the homeless, temptest-tost to me, (c)
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!' (d)
~Emma Lazarus
Your objective is to provide a petrarchan sonnet of your own making.
1st place
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