TeaTimeSunday / SONNETS
BUFFY-VERSE SERIES (42-29)  SONNETS #50-57 of 154  (58-61)
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BtVS EPISODE #12 (1.12) [SEASON ONE FINALE] "Prophecy Girl" ONE-HAIKU (EPISODE): The one where Buffy "will die" ... And doesn't want to. (Prophecy is hard.) |
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(for reference only) SONNETS #50-58/154 for Tea Time in L.A. #23 [BtVS#12 "Prophecy Girl"] ORIGINALLY POSTED AT (UPN) WWW.BUFFY.COM ... BEFORE ALL FORUMS WERE DELETED 9/19/02 ... CLICK THE BRONZE SKULL TO SEE ARCHIVE COPY OF (NONCOLOR) VERSION (FOR COMPARISON) |
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Rhetorical verse for Tea Time in L.A. #23 - (Talking about Buffy as Shakespeare would have. [g]) Posted by: forensicpoetry - Apr 16, 2002, 3:47 PM
rhetorical verse in Shakespearean sonnet form }
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CRIED OUT IN ANGUISH . . . FATHER, must my lips
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embrace this cup of death? . . . My martyrdom
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is surely not required . . . The balance tips . . .
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but please, dear Lord, I do not want to die!
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Yet ancient prophecy had set the course
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A sacred prophecy you can't defy.
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she doesn't want to bear . . . |
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BUT 'fore too long her soul can't bear the loss
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of her true destiny. Her "thorny" crown . . .
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but one of sacrifice and poetry.
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THE POETRY of mystery, unclear.
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Why would there be just one to take the weight
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of horror in the world -- embrace the fear
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that human nature says is just too great.
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prophetic scripture from Old Bible text:
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Isaiah chapter 'leven's many coats
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of meaning painted for Hellmouth effects.
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the sixth verse Mister Giles knew well{
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(before Joss shifts "the child" to Satan's corps),
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let's step back four verse nuggets and restart:
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by Joss, and so I'll claim that this{
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THE SPIRIT OF THE LORD WILL REST ON HIM . . .
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of wisdom, understanding, and of might.
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He will not judge by surface paradigm.
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He will defend the poor and weak -- what's right.
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them totally with breath from out his mouth.
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Pure fairness and pure truth, his cloak alloy.
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(The verses 'bout "the child" from here are south.)
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the naive thought that prophecy is plain
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enough for superhero action jocks
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to act upon it . . . and not get insane . . .
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of what they hoped their meddling could acquit.
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(A sloppy choice of word? I'll let it stand.)
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A prophecy's a law . . . |
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Those ancient debts of destiny demand
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(for true believers) that their lives conform.
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The words and pictures Giles CONSUMES . . . then KNOWS:
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what threat his slayer faces . . . and then next:
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what action will control what evil flows.
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throws doubt upon the pattern we have learned:
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GOOD RESEARCH may not yield, when you are done,
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a map of action that should not be burned.
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. . . a better doom |
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GOOD LORD, what strange nonsequitur was that?
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How's Xander's unrequited longing fit
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within a semi-straight-lined logic's hat?
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How can we grab these two loose yarns, |
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GRAB FRAGMENTS out of life AND juxtapose.
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I had no thought I'd write these points as two
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that stitched together into brand new clothes . . .
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that I -- so near to sleep -- feel I must write
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before I quit . . . But sleeping lines aren't caught
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so much as dribble out into the night . . .
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of Xander: Who seems futureless: |
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A CAN OF XANDER? (See, my thoughts now twist.)
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But who, if anyone, would buy that spray?
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I prophesy poor sales for Xander Mist,
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'cause who in bloody hell would ever pay . . .
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who has the pow'r to strip his ev'ry move
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of confidence . . . and leave the shlub undone.
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(And all this with no curse from cloven hoove.)
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No prophecy declares that he must die.
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But all the same, the sadness of the date
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he tried to make with Buffy makes you cry.
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No, Xander's fate just makes you pull your hair.
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The TV MOMENT that brings |
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together on the screen |
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It's only when she's dead ... that lips and hands
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of Xander may approach and share his breath . . .
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That tiny thing that has a destiny.
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No reason that the Powers dropped this pearl
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on little Buffy Summers. Yet no fee . . .
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While Buffy was made-over with full help
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of agents of the Powers (you know who).
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For Xan, barbaric yawp will come out yelp.
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would you chose Buffy's fate, |
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THIS FINAL SONNET will try to regain
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a grasp of what is good (and do it fast).
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TWO WEEKS FROM NOW, our Buffy's back "insane," {*}
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so, in the present, we rehash the past . . .
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The last show of the first half-season flew
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the first two times I watched it . . . {
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that perfect engine thrusts into the blue . . .
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the normal junk that television spurts
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out every day . . . just day on day on end.
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To have a vision of "the good" just hurts.
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that I compress "a lesser thing" to rhyme.
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