Cinquain is a poetic form that employ a 5-line pattern. The American poet Adelaide Crapsey invented the modern form, known as American. A collection of poems, titled Verse, was published in 1915 and included 28 cinquains.
Cinquains are particularly vivid in their imagery and are meant to convey a certain mood or emotion. The Crapsey cinquain has subsequently seen a number of variations by modern poets, including:
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The form is illustrated by Crapsey's "November Night"
Listen...
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees
And fall.
Another poem that she wrote titled “Snow”
Look up…
From bleakening hills
Blows down the light, first breath
Of wintry wind…look up, and scent
The snow!
One more poem of this kind as "Penguins"
Penguins
Penguins
White, black
Waddling, swimming, eating
They are playing in the water
Emperors.
Cinquains are particularly vivid in their imagery and are meant to convey a certain mood or emotion. The Crapsey cinquain has subsequently seen a number of variations by modern poets, including:
Variation | Description |
---|---|
Reverse cinquain | a form with one 5-line stanza in a syllabic pattern of two, eight, six, four, two. |
Mirror cinquain | a form with two 5-line stanzas consisting of a cinquain followed by a reverse cinquain. |
Butterfly cinquain | a nine-line syllabic form with the pattern two, four, six, eight, two, eight, six, four, two. |
Crown cinquain | a sequence of five cinquain stanzas functioning to construct one larger poem. |
Garland cinquain | a series of six cinquains in which the last is formed of lines from the preceding five, typically line one from stanza one, line two from stanza two, and so on |
The form is illustrated by Crapsey's "November Night"
Listen...
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees
And fall.
Another poem that she wrote titled “Snow”
Look up…
From bleakening hills
Blows down the light, first breath
Of wintry wind…look up, and scent
The snow!
One more poem of this kind as "Penguins"
Penguins
Penguins
White, black
Waddling, swimming, eating
They are playing in the water
Emperors.
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