Here is an example of a traditional fixed form borrowed from Vietnamese folk poetry.
The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky…
Nature is the master here: boundless, unpredictable,
full of astonishments. The children come next. I follow.
The three great elemental sounds in nature are the sound of rain, the sound of wind in a primeval wood, and the sound of outer ocean on a beach. I have heard them all, and of the three elemental voices, that of ocean is the most awesome, beautiful and varied.
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be…
I came here from temporary
and perpetual rages—the whole sky
of wind. Secret birds
take the ruin of garden.
covet an easel? — its smart little body
named after onagers and donkeys, ancestor
of art kept trim.
The picture would portray a few
flowering apple trees profuse in bloom
their parchment petals set
to sail with the wind, take off
Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch…
And that is the way with love.
Speak only when you cannot help it.
However strange and vibrant the sound.
Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me