The Villanelle is an old French form that is usually written in iambic pentameter.
The rhyme scheme is as follows:
1 A Line 1
2 B
3 A Line 3
4 A
5 B
6 A Line 1
7 A
8 B
9 A Line 3
10 A
11 B
12 A Line 1
13 A
14 B
15 A Line 3
16 A
17 B
18 A Line 1
19 A Line 3
Peer Edit – Villanelle
Writer:
Editor:
1) How many syllables are in each line? There should be ten.
2) How many lines are in the entire poem? There should be 19.
· 5 tercets (3 line stanzas)
· 1 quatrain (4 line stanza)
3) Where is line 1 repeated? It should repeat in lines 6, 12, and 18.
4) Where is line 3 repeated? It should repeat in lines 9, 15, and 19.
5) What is the rhyme scheme? It should be ABA through the tercets, and ABAA in the quatrain.
6) Aside from form, what is the poem’s purpose?
7) Is the purpose clear? If not, what should be added/taken away?
Peer Edit – Villanelle
Writer:
Editor:
1) How many syllables are in each line? There should be ten.
2) How many lines are in the entire poem? There should be 19.
- 5 tercets (3 line stanzas)
- 1 quatrain (4 line stanza)
3) Where is line 1 repeated? It should repeat in lines 6, 12, and 18.
4) Where is line 3 repeated? It should repeat in lines 9, 15, and 19.
5) What is the rhyme scheme? It should be ABA through the tercets, and ABAA in the quatrain.
6) Aside from form, what is the poem’s purpose?
7) Is the purpose clear? If not, what should be added/taken away?
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
-- Dylan Thomas