2019 Poetry Form Challenge

10 Strambotto




This was an early form of Italian poetry that was set to music by composers of the frottola and madrigals of the 16th century. The poetry is set into very strict stanzas of eight lines of eleven syllables. This type of stanza is known as rispetto or ottava rima. The musical rispetto was usualy dedicated to a lady love, Aside from the fact the ottava rima had no set form length and later became Iambic it also came from literature and generally had multiple stanzas, but musical version, the strambotto was typically created with a single stanza.
There are three basic types of strambotto and they are identified by their rhyme scheme.
1. Strambotto Siciliano.
2. Strambotto Toscano.
3. Strambotto Romagnuolo.
4. Variations to the Strambotto


1. Strambotto Siciliano

It will be noted that this is similar to the Sicilian Octave, but follows the Strombotto rules and consists of eight strict hendecasyllable lines (11 syllables), and similarly for multi stanzas.
a. b. a. b. a. b. a. b.

2. Strambotto Toscano

This form is most used for stand alone poetry, but can be used for multiple stanzas. When writing muliple stanzas (as in a song), it is usual to link each stanza by either a refrain or using the whole or part of the last line of the previous stanza as the first line of the next stanza:
a. b. a. b. a. b. c. c.


3. Strambotto Romagnuolo

This form has the octave constructed from a Sicilian quatrain and a quatrain of two couplets. The same rules apply about stand alone poems, and multiple stanzas.
a. b. a. b. c. c. d. d


4. Variations to the Strambotto

In the example below, you will see that Maureen has added a caudate rhyme or tail. The tail is usually a couplet, or triplet, (all lines rhyme). As an alternative, it is also possible to make a Glosa out of the form and start the poem with a cabeza, or texto, remembering that each line of the texto, becomes the first or last line of each stanza.

Maureen Murphy

A Maiden's Admission

Would that I had died a martyr's death for thee;
Bound to birch's trunk, consumed by tongues of fire
Or hung from the archway of paired lemon trees;
Tolling the tragedy of unspent desire.
Perhaps then, thou wouldst finally know and see
That it is I, who match thy passion's attire;
Framed and filled with maiden sensuality,
Solely intended for thy pleasure, dear Sire.

Come, avail thyself! Bide my words! Purge thy eyes!
Too long have I waited to enjoy thy prize;
Too long have I loved thee in painful disguise.



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Terry Clitheroe

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Genesis....Romagnuolo
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Knights Promise....Siciliano
Loves Absence....Romagnuolo
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Once....Tuscano
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Genesis....Romagnuolo

Who says the Earth is not alive, look she sleeps
See how green her hair, so peaceful lying there.
In this valley her vigil with the Sandman keeps
To deny this short repose would be unfair.
A hundred years is but a blink of her eye
A thousand years and some time has passed by.
Sleep she will have, our master willed this day,
So we see her lying there at peace this way.



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Loves Absence....Romagnuolo

The clear blue sky and the cold white fields compare
Only with the absence in your heart of me.
The leafless, lifeless trees reflecting how bare
Your thoughts and memories, of our dreams could be.
You teased me with words, lulled me with promise
When my senses were dulled, filled me with praise,
I became besotted and filled with desire.
You are gone, but how do I put out this fire?


Spring Maiden - Sir Frank Dicksee

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Knights Promise....Siciliano

Too long I loved thee in painful disguise,
With open eyes the truth is so plain to see.
Yet 'twould seem but fleeting moments of our lives
Would be true admitting to reality.
In truth I called but you ignored my cries
Wasting life and time with trivialities,
Caused by guilt and loyalties imposed lies,
Ignoring what could be our eternity.

Too long have you waited to enjoy your prize;
'Twas here all the time awaiting your pleasure.
There was no need to guess, my love is no surprise
I can offer you it, beyond all measure.
We cannot fail, there must be no compromise,
And then we will become each others treasure.
A life, eternity what ever we devise
Will be ours for sure, and love beyond measure.

Come, avail thyself! Bide my words! Purge thy eyes,
What I promise is clear, and reality!
Offering a worlds of love that shall comprise
Of spending eternity, and more with me.
No conceit in this offer, take it, arise
Join me, I know that is where you want to be
Too long I loved thee in painful disguise,
With open eyes the truth is so plain to see.


Waterhouse - la belle dame sans merci

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Once....Tuscano

Once we were lovers, and now not even friends
We're isolated by indifference and pain,
Willing to stay, I tried so hard to make amends
If only we could become lovers once again.
But you went your way and I went mine, like fools
Listening to others and following their rules.
Now two half souls mourn missing their other part
And blaming life and fate, for each broken heart.



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