The septet, a poetic form consisting of seven lines, offers a versatile structure for poets to express their ideas and emotions. While there’s no strict meter or rhyme scheme universally applied to all septets, several patterns are commonly observed. For instance, one popular rhyme scheme is ABABBCC, known as the rhyme royal when used in septets, though this scheme is more traditionally associated with longer forms.
Shelley’s ‘The cold earth slept below’ paints a freezing winter night where the speaker discovers his beloved’s cold body.
The cold earth slept below;
Above the cold sky shone;
And all around,
With a chilling sound,
‘My Arkansas’ by Maya Angelou unveils a state’s history with vivid imagery, exploring resilience and transformation amid historical burdens.
There is a deep brooding
In Arkansas.
Old crimes like moss pend
From poplar trees.
‘The Sea and the Hills’ by Rudyard Kipling depicts the ocean, its heaving waves, incredible winds, and ever-present danger. It has evoked longing in men throughout time and will continue to do so, just as one longs to return home.
Who hath desired the Sea? - the sight of salt water unbounded -
The heave and the halt and the hurl and the crash of the comber wind-hounded?
The sleek-barrelled swell before storm, grey, foamless, enormous, and growing
Stark calm on the lap of the Line or the crazy-eyed hurricane blowing -
‘Love’s Exchange’ by John Donne explores the anguish of unreciprocated love, portraying intense emotional suffering.
Love, any devil else but you
Would for a given soul give something too.
At court your fellows every day
Give th’ art of rhyming, huntsmanship, or play
In the shadow of Pilgrim’s Point, a runaway slave confronts oppression, but shows resilience and defiance amidst despair and hope.
I stand on the mark beside the shore
Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee,
Where exile turned to ancestor,
And God was thanked for liberty.
‘Kinsale’ is a short but powerful poetic rendering of the titular port twon which explores themes of hope and optimism.
The kind of rain we knew is a thing of the past -
deep-delving, dark, deliberate you would say,
browsing on spire and bogland; but today
our sky-slue slates are steaming in the sun,