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Originated in france in the 15th century as a short folk poem, based from Malaya. The Pantoum's name and form derive from the Malayan "Pantum".
Historically, it became popular in Europe and later North America in the 19th century and especially in the 20th. Charles Baudelaire and Victor Hugo are credited for introducing it to European writers
September Elegies - http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/22072
Stillbirth - http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/19544
The modern Pantoum is a poem of any length, composed of four-line stanzas in which the 2nd and 4th lines of each stanza serve as the 1st and 3rd of the next stanza. The last line is often the same as the 1st. As the Pantoum spread and western writers altered and adapted the form, The importance of rhyming and brevity diminished.
It was originally a form meant to be spoken as its cyclical and song-like. One cool thing about Pantoums is that it can be used to create subtle shifts in meaning with repeated phrases (gives new context). As lines repeat between stanzas they fill the poem with echos (which slows the poem down)
"On a platform, I heard someone call out your name:
No, Laetitia, no.
It wasn’t my train—the doors were closing,
but I rushed in, searching for your face.
But no Laetitia. No.
No one in that car could have been you,
but I rushed in, searching for your face:
no longer an infant. A woman now, blond, thirty-two....
... I was told not to look. Not to get attached.
It wasn’t my train—the doors were closing.
Some griefs bless us that way, not asking much space.
On a platform, I heard someone calling your name."
"There are those who suffer in plain sight,
there are those who suffer in private.
Nothing but secondhand details:
a last shower, a request for a pen, a tall red oak.
There are those who suffer in private.
The one in Tehachapi, aged 13.
A last shower, a request for a pen, a tall red oak:
he had had enough torment, so he hanged himself....
... the one in Greensburg, aged 15, posted on his profile. "I love my horses, my club lambs. They are the world to me." The words turn and turn on themselves.
Posted on his profile,
"Jumping off the gw bridge sorry":
the words turn, and turn on themselves,
like the one in New Brunswick, aged 18."
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