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Rispetto: Contest Entry |
| Rispetto: Iambic tetrameter (abab)(ccdd) The Storm The moon shown down upon the waves. A maiden strummed her lyre sweet. The surf raced up across the sands About her ankles, toes and feet. I listened while she plucked the frets, And sang the song of her regrets; Of heaving breasts and surging hips And nurture of an infant's lips. |