Couplet- is a pair of lines of meter in poetry. It usually consists of two lines that rhyme and have the same meter. (Wikipedia)
Immortality
At the gym, they told me I would not die,
I would only get sexier, and I believed them.
I spent my nights wondering if this was going to turn
into something long-term, if this was what is meant by casual,
or if this was just my annual catastrophic disappointment
because if it wasn’t, then I would have to brace
myself. I took my medication and looked at pictures
of people who were not in love with me. I deleted
their names from my cache, said hello to my cat
over the phone, took more medication. Days
passed. I learned it’s hard to measure your own increasing
sexiness. I enlisted bystanders. I passed mirrors
and pretended they were not mirrors, but clean
windows, and I was not myself, I was
a clean stranger. Some days I was sure
she wanted to come home with me, and
I had to let her down easy, through the window,
like a priest. Once I’d been unleashed
from thoughts of my own death I was free
to be loved in the way I always knew I’d deserved:
reciprocally, in Fiji, our bodies lithe and bronzed
like gods, but at the same time I felt like a vampire,
and none of my friends could relate. They were jealous
of my book deal, my time spent at the ashram
while they were here, suffering another winter,
their unsexiness a flourescent sign that blinks all night.
This poem is in a couplet formation because of each stanza consisting of two lines. Of those two lines, they rhyme and have the same meter. These are the characteristics of couplet poem. In the stanza "I had to let her down easy, through the window, like a priest. Once i'd been unleashed..." there is a more obvious rhyme than other stanzas. Priest and unleashed are what rhyme in that stanza.
This was a confusing poem for me. I reread it lots of time to try to figure out what exactly is going on here. From my perspective, I think she might be famous and has changed her look so she does not know who she is anymore. It is a brilliant poem I think because we get to see the perspective of the woman after she changed into somethings she is not. We see her pain and her craziness by how much she takes her pills. The thing that I am confused about is when she says "our bodies", is she still talking about this other woman or her friends. I think that there are many ways you could examine this poem and this was the way in which I pictured this poem.
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Immortality
At the gym, they told me I would not die,
I would only get sexier, and I believed them.
I spent my nights wondering if this was going to turn
into something long-term, if this was what is meant by casual,
or if this was just my annual catastrophic disappointment
because if it wasn’t, then I would have to brace
myself. I took my medication and looked at pictures
of people who were not in love with me. I deleted
their names from my cache, said hello to my cat
over the phone, took more medication. Days
passed. I learned it’s hard to measure your own increasing
sexiness. I enlisted bystanders. I passed mirrors
and pretended they were not mirrors, but clean
windows, and I was not myself, I was
a clean stranger. Some days I was sure
she wanted to come home with me, and
I had to let her down easy, through the window,
like a priest. Once I’d been unleashed
from thoughts of my own death I was free
to be loved in the way I always knew I’d deserved:
reciprocally, in Fiji, our bodies lithe and bronzed
like gods, but at the same time I felt like a vampire,
and none of my friends could relate. They were jealous
of my book deal, my time spent at the ashram
while they were here, suffering another winter,
their unsexiness a flourescent sign that blinks all night.
This poem is in a couplet formation because of each stanza consisting of two lines. Of those two lines, they rhyme and have the same meter. These are the characteristics of couplet poem. In the stanza "I had to let her down easy, through the window, like a priest. Once i'd been unleashed..." there is a more obvious rhyme than other stanzas. Priest and unleashed are what rhyme in that stanza.
This was a confusing poem for me. I reread it lots of time to try to figure out what exactly is going on here. From my perspective, I think she might be famous and has changed her look so she does not know who she is anymore. It is a brilliant poem I think because we get to see the perspective of the woman after she changed into somethings she is not. We see her pain and her craziness by how much she takes her pills. The thing that I am confused about is when she says "our bodies", is she still talking about this other woman or her friends. I think that there are many ways you could examine this poem and this was the way in which I pictured this poem.