Paradelle
A dying man I'll wake, before the dawn;
A dying man I'll wake, before the dawn
May come and send me far away to sleep.
May, come and send me far away to sleep;
Before the dawn I'll wake, a dying man:
Come, send me far to sleep, May, and away.
No mountain travel waits there in the clouds:
No mountain travel waits there in the clouds-
And I have died before my breath may die,
And I have died before my breath may die.
No travel waits there in the mountain clouds,
And, died before my breath I have, may die.
And they know not whither I went, or I will stray,
And they know not whither I went, or I will stray;
They knew not whether I was here at all.
They knew not, whether I was here at all
And whither I stray, or whether went at will,
They knew not here, not I, or all I was.
No mountain I'll wake there: here I may die.
My breath before in clouds sleeps, travel waits-
They know not whither I stray, or have died,
Or was at all before, and I knew not they.
Away, send a dying man: come far the dawn:
To sleep went May, whether I wake in will.
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Author's Note
When Billie Collins invented this parody poetic form, it was with the intent on creating a spoof of difficult formal poetry with something he felt couldn't possibly result in proper poetry. I decided to take him up on that, because I thought it could be done.
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Dunno whether it's proper poetry or not, but it amused me. (which means it's probly not) *
I urge anyone who reads this to read it aloud.
Solid advice from SDR. I found this enchanting in a serious way.
Emily - I've come across paradelles online which are better than this, and the form despite the intentions of its creator can be used for serious purposes, but it was indeed created as a spoof.