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Theglosa is an early Renaissance form that was developed by poets of the Spanishcourt. In a glosa, tribute is paid to another poet. The opening quatrain isactually written by that other poet, and each of their four lines are imbeddedelsewhere in the glosa. The opening quatrain is followed by four stanzas, eachof which is generally ten lines long.

I tried to post the Glosa Form here but there is something wrong with the formatting and it won't post in here.
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The Shape of Death

 I saw no way- The heavens were stitched
I felt the columns close
The earth reversed her hemispheres
I touched the Universe
378: Emily Dickenson

The Shape of Death

Because I could see through all the eyes of men, 
Pandora's sin,the sum of every joy and sorrow crowded in
I felt the paucity of greed.
The simple mood of life enriched by guileless generosity        
I asked, "Are good and evil mixed?"
I saw no way - the heavens were stitched.

And stitched perhaps until the hour of death
Because I could see through all the eyes of men,
 I knew of life's inevitable end
 that closure, that omega rose
that brings eternal sweet repose.
That stealth of life in increments
the broken bond of flesh to death
 Within  its marble tenements
I felt the columns close

The columns closed, my mother passed,
Because I could see through all the eyes of men, 
my solace weighed in beauty that we gathered,
in all my childhood hours
In sunsets, birdsong, clouds,  and dew
in measured memory of her face
I turned myself away from our lost years
The earth reveresed her hemispheres

Reversed - that  algebraic leap, 
Because I could see through all the eyes of men
All wisdom spilled to unity of life,
Death un-veiled - benign as the blank page before birth
returning that Divine immortal leaf
like the shape of space that waves traverse,
when split,  between a particle
And  I can say with nothing to coerce
Perhaps....I touched the Universe.

Suzanne Delaney

This is written in the Glosa Form
See 'about this poem' for details.

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  1. Date: 4/12/2014 10:09:00 PM
    Ms. Delaney You have genuine merit to the Butterflies of Saturn poem. Great imagery. Keep up the good work. Regards. Earl

  1. Date: 12/8/2013 6:30:00 PM
    Suz, , Congratulations on 'Your own favorite poem contest." I truly miss reading and scanning poems from the winning contest list. Hope you are well! Always & Forever * Linda

  1. Date: 12/3/2013 6:21:00 PM
    A very brilliant Glosa! Congrats on your outright win in the contest.

  1. Date: 12/2/2013 8:14:00 AM
    Congrats on the win, Suz

  1. Date: 12/2/2013 5:54:00 AM
    - Congratulations on your winning poem in the contest: - A favorite poem of yours! -by Giorgio V. - A clear favorite poem! - Well done, SuZ !! - oxox // Anne-Lise :)

  1. Date: 6/12/2013 6:16:00 AM
    You are very skilled, a wonderful piece.

  1. Date: 6/5/2013 10:47:00 AM
    Absolutely wonderful in form and texture. I was impressed. Often many of us become mired in these obsessive thoughts and words seldom express the emotions that are sublimated. Your do. Congratulations!

  1. Date: 5/26/2013 9:32:00 PM
    wow Suzanne, a very deep poem. Have yourself a beautiful Memorial Day, this Monday. God bless * Always~ LINDA

  1. Date: 5/25/2013 7:50:00 AM
    Dear Suze - I am wowed! Emily is one of my very favorite poets and you do her proud. This is masterful. I am so amazed when a poet (you) can bring such beauty into the confines of a form. It is not my forte - no patience. Into my favorites it goes (an enormously brief list) - maybe three; tops four. love, Kathy

  1. Date: 5/22/2013 7:37:00 PM
    excellent write Suzanne ....I love it...fav

  1. Date: 5/21/2013 10:43:00 AM
    never heard of this form but it seems an exceptional write to me , well done will look it up xx

  1. Date: 5/20/2013 7:38:00 PM
    Dear Suzanne, My name is Phillip Rollings (Flipper) I think I told you that already but I haven't written you for a wile. Where do I go to see "about this poem". Is Emily one of your favorite poets? She's one of Chef's also. I like how you revamped the Poem. I will soup mail you later. Chef gave me a list of poets to write to tonight. He sat up in a special couch chair for an hour today. He will be home next Sat. Respectfully Flipper

  1. Date: 5/20/2013 7:11:00 PM
    I am astounded by this write, Suzanne. are a fine fine poetess! :) Never heard of this form, and I don't think I'd be able to pull it off. What a deep look into the subject of death by working with the poem by Emily Dickenson. My favorite on the subject is John Donne's Death, Be Not Proud..and Dylan Thomas' Do Not Go Gentle into the Good Night. Thanks for your kind post on my poem, the sound of His breathing. I'm touched by what you wrote, and I responded. Hugs