Resurrection: A Rispetto*
I am a dried weightless leaf flying.
I am a hole with no signs of life.
I am a stone no one’s noticing.
I am a deep sea no man can dive.
You are the twig that rescues dead leaf.
You are the air that fills holes too swift.
You are the ocean that hugs cold stones.
You are the brave man who saved my bones.
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The Rispetto is:
- a poem in 8 lines, an octave, made up of 2 quatrains.
- in English most often written in iambic tetrameter or it can be syllabic with lines between 8 and 12 syllables from its Italian roots.
- rhymed ababccdd or abababcc or abab cddc.