#2 (The Randomized Sonnet)

This is the experiment with a poetry anthology, using random lines to form a sonnet.

Here are the random lines that I flipped to:

Such the maiden gem
Three years she grew in sun and shower
If by dull rhymes our English must be chained
Do not go gentle into that good night
Like a convalescent, I took the hand
The squirrel bounced down a branch
once their fruit is picked
Talking in bed ought to be easiest
calm is the morn without a sound
I kenning through astronomy divine
Thy nobler part, which but to name
Beyond a mortal man impassioned fear
And we, that make merry in the Room
These and all else were to me the same as they are to you
They sing their dearest songs
Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
The river's tent is broken: the last fingers of leaf
Whose converted smile of hours and days, suppose
Happiness that, bursting, leaves upon the palm
Our lines avoided tragedy


The Randomized Sonnet

Three years she grew in sun and shower,
such the maiden gem,
Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me.
Like a convalescent, I took the hand.
(talking in bed ought to be easiest)
These and all else were to me the same as they are to you
And we, that make merry in the Room-
beyond a mortal man impassioned fear.
Thy nobler part, which but to name.
I kenning through astronomy divine.
Whose converted smile of hours and days, suppose
do not go gentle into that good night.

If by dull rhymes our English must be chained,
our lines avoid tragedy.