John Jones's Wife Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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At The Piano | B |
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I | A |
Love me and leave me what love bids retrieve me can June's fist grasp May | C |
Leave me and love me hopes eyed once above me like spring's sprouts decay | C |
Fall as the snow falls when summer leaves grow false cards packed for storm's play | C |
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II | A |
Nay say Decay's self be but last May's elf wing shifted eye sheathed | D |
Changeling in April's crib rocked who lets 'scape rills locked fast since frost breathed | D |
Skin cast think adder like now bloom bursts bladder like bloom frost bequeathed | E |
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III | A |
Ah how can fear sit and hear as love hears it grief's heart's cracked grate's screech | F |
Chance lets the gate sway that opens on hate's way and shews on shame's beach | F |
Crouched like an imp sly change watch sweet love's shrimps lie a toothful in each | F |
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IV | - |
Time feels his tooth slip on husks wet from Truth's lip which drops them and grins | G |
Shells where no throb stirs of life left in lobsters since joy thrilled their fins | G |
Hues of the prawn's tail or comb that makes dawn stale so red for our sins | G |
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V | - |
Years blind and deaf use the soul's joys as refuse heart's peace as manure | H |
Reared whence next June's rose shall bloom where our moons rose last year just as pure | H |
Moons' ends match roses' ends men by beasts' noses' ends mete sin's stink's cure | H |
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VI | - |
Leaves love last year smelt now feel dead love's tears melt flies caught in time's mesh | I |
Salt are the dews in which new time breeds new sin brews blood and stews flesh | I |
Next year may see dead more germs than this weeded and reared them afresh | I |
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VII | - |
Old times left perish there's new time to cherish life just shifts its tune | J |
As when the day dies earth half afraid eyes the growth of the moon | J |
Love me and save me take me or waive me death takes one so soon | J |
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II | A |
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By The Cliff | - |
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I | A |
Is it daytime guess | K |
You that feed my soul | L |
To excess | K |
With that light in those eyes | M |
And those curls drawn like a scroll | L |
In that round grave guise | M |
No or yes | K |
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II | A |
Oh the end I'd say | C |
Such a foolish thing | N |
Pure girls' play | C |
As a mere mute heart | O |
Was it worth a kiss a ring | N |
This for two must part | O |
Not to day | C |
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III | A |
Look the whole sand crawls | P |
Hums a heaving hive | - |
Scrapes and scrawls | P |
Such a buzz and burst | Q |
Here just one thing's not alive | - |
One that was at first | Q |
But life palls | P |
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IV | - |
Yes my heart I know | B |
Just my heart's stone dead | R |
Yes just so | B |
Sick with heat those worms | P |
Drop down scorched and overfed | R |
No more need of germs | P |
Let them go | B |
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V | - |
Yes but you now look | S |
You the rouged stage female | T |
With a crook | S |
Chalked Arcadian sham | U |
You that made my soul's sleep's dream ail | T |
Your soul fit to damn | U |
Shut the book | S |
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III | A |
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On The Sands | P |
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I | A |
There was nothing at all in the case conceive | - |
But love being love it was not understand | V |
Such a thing as the years let fall believe | - |
Like the rope's coil dropt from a fisherman's hand | V |
When the boat's hauled up by your leave | - |
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II | A |
So well How that crab writhes leg after leg | W |
Drawn as a worm draws ring upon ring | N |
Gradually not gladly Chicken or egg | W |
Is it more than the ransom say of a king | N |
Take my meaning at least that I beg | W |
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III | A |
Not so You were ready to learn I think | X |
What the world said He loves you too well suppose | P |
For such leanings These poets their love's mere ink | X |
Like a flower their flame flashes a rosebud blows | P |
Then it all drops down at a wink | X |
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IV | - |
Ah the instance A curl of a blossomless vine | Y |
The vinedresser passing it sickens to see | - |
And mutters 'Much hope under God of His wine | Y |
From the branch and the bark of a barren tree | - |
Spring reared not and winter lets pine | Y |
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V | - |
'His wine that should glorify saith He the cup | Z |
That a man beholding not tasting might say | P |
Pour out life at a draught drain it dry drink it up | Z |
Give this one thing and huddle the rest away | P |
Save the bitch and be hanged to the pup | Z |
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VI | - |
'Let it rot then ' which saying he leaves it we'll guess | P |
Feels if the sap move at all thus much | A2 |
Yearns and would blossom would quicken no less | P |
Bud at an eye's glance flower at a touch | A2 |
'Die perhaps would you not for her ' 'Yes ' | - |
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VII | - |
Note the hitch there That's piteous so much being done | B2 |
He'll think some day your lover so little to do | C2 |
Such infinite days to wear out once begun | B2 |
Since the hand its glove holds and the footsole its shoe | C2 |
Overhead too there's always the sun | B2 |
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VIII | - |
Oh no doubt they had said so your friends been profuse | P |
Of good counsel wise hints where the trap lurks walk warily | - |
Squeeze the fruit to the core ere you count on the juice | P |
For the graft may fail shift wax change colour wane vary lie | - |
You were cautious God knows to what use | P |
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IX | P |
This crab's wiser it strikes me no twist but implies life | - |
Not a curl but's so fit you could find none fitter | D2 |
For the brute from its brutehood looks up thus and eyes life | - |
Stoop your soul down and listen you'll hear it twitter | D2 |
Laughing lightly my crab's life's the wise life | - |
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X | P |
Those who've read S T Coleridge remember how Sammy sighs | P |
To his pensive I think he says Sara most soothing sweet | E2 |
Crab's bulk's less look than man's yet quoth Cancer I am my size | P |
And my bulk's girth contents me Man's maw see craves two things wheat | E2 |
And flesh likewise man's gluttonous damn his eyes | P |
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XI | P |
Crab's content with crab's provender crab's love if soothing | N |
Is no sweeter than pincers are soft and a new sickle | F2 |
Cuts no sharper than crab's claws nip keen as boar's toothing | N |
Yet crab's love's no less fervent than bard's if less musical | F2 |
'Tis a new thing I'd lilt but a true thing | N |
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XII | P |
Old songs tell us of all drinks for Englishmen fighting ale's | P |
Out and out best salt water contents crab it seems to me | P |
Though pugnacious as sailors and skilled to steer right in gales | P |
That craze pilots if slow to sing Sleep'st thou thou dream'st o' me | P |
In such love strains as mine or a nightingale's | P |
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XIII | P |
Ah now look you tail foremost the beast sets seaward | G2 |
The sea draws it sand sucks it he's wise my crab | H2 |
From the napkin out jumps his one talent good steward | G2 |
Just judge So a man shirks the smile or the stab | H2 |
And sets his sail duly to leeward | G2 |
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XIV | - |
Trust me Hardly I bid you not lean remark | N |
On my spirit your spirit my flesh your flesh | I |
Hold my hand and tread safe through the horrible dark | N |
Quench my soul as with sprinklings of snow then refresh | I |
With some blast of new bellows the spark | N |
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XV | - |
By no means This were easy men tell me to say | P |
Give her all throw your chance up fall back on her heart | O |
Say my friends she must change after night follows day | P |
No such fool I am safe set in hell for my part | O |
So let heaven do the worst now he may | P |
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XVI | - |
What they bid me Well this nothing more Tell her this | P |
'You are mine I yours though the whole world fail | T |
Though things are not I know there is one thing which is | P |
Though the oars break there's hope for us yet hoist the sail | T |
Oh your heart what's the heart but your kiss ' | - |
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XVII | - |
Then she breaks she drops down she lies flat at your feet | E2 |
Take her then Well I knew it what fools are men | I2 |
Take the bee by her horns will your honey prove sweet | E2 |
Sweet is grass will you pasture your cows in a fen | I2 |
Oh if contraries could but once meet | E2 |
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XVIII | - |
Love you call it Some twitch in the moon's face observe | - |
Wet blink of her eyelid tear dropt about dewfall | T |
Cheek flushed or obscured does it make the sky swerve | - |
Fetch the test work the question to rags bring to proof all | T |
Find what souls want and bodies deserve | - |
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XIX | P |
Ah we know you Your soul works to infinite ends | P |
Frets uses life up for death's sake takes pains | P |
Flings down love's self but you bear me witness my friends | P |
Have I lost spring count up see the winter's fresh gains | P |
Is the shrub spoilt the pine's hair impends | P |
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XX | P |
What you'd say Mark how God works Years crowd time wears thin | J2 |
Earth keeps good yet the sun goes on stars hold their own | K2 |
And you'll change climb past sight of the world shift your skin | J2 |
Never heeding how life moans 'more flesh now less bone ' | - |
For that cheek's worn waste outline death's grin | J2 |
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XXI | P |
Pleads with time still 'what good if I lose this but see ' | - |
There's the crab gone 'I said Though earth sinks ' you perceive | - |
Ah true back there your soul now ' yet some vein might be | P |
Could one find it alive in the heart's core's pulse cleave | - |
Through the life springs where you melts in me | P |
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XXII | P |
' Some true vein of the absolute soul which survives | P |
All that flesh runs to waste through and lo this fails | P |
Here's death close on us One life a million of lives | P |
Why choose one sail to watch of these infinite sails | P |
Time's a tennis play thank you no fives | P |
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XXIII | P |
'Stop life's ball then ' Such folly melt earth down for that | L2 |
Till the pure ore eludes you and leaves you raw scori | D2 |
Pish the vein's wrong But you friends come what were you at | L2 |
When God spat you out suddenly what was the story He | P |
Cut short thus the growth He laid flat | L2 |
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XXIV | - |
Wait the crab's twice alive mark Oh worthy your soul | T |
Of strange ends great results novel labours Take note | M2 |
I reject this for one ay now straight to the hole | T |
Safe in sand there your skirts smooth out all as they float | M2 |
I shirk drinking through flaws in the bowl | T |
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XXV | - |
Or suppose now that rock's cleft grim scored to the quick | N |
As a man's face kept fighting all life through gets scored | N2 |
Mossed and marked with grey purulent leprosies sick | N |
Flat and foul as man's life here be swift with your sword | N2 |
Cut the soul out stuck fast where thorns prick | N |
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XXVI | - |
Say it let the rock's heart out its meaning the thing | N |
All was made for devised ruled out gradually planned | V |
Ah that sea shell perhaps since it lies such a ring | N |
Of pure colour a cup full of sunbeams to stand | V |
Say in Lent at the priest's hand no king | N |
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XXVII | - |
Blame the cleft then Praise rather So just a chance gone | O2 |
Had you said Save the seed and secure souls in flower | D2 |
Ah how time laughs years palpitate pro grapples con | P2 |
Till one day you shrug shoulders Well gone the good hour | D2 |
Till one night Is God off now or on | P2 |
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IV | - |
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Up The Spout | Q2 |
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I | - |
Hi Just you drop that Stop I say | P |
Shirk work think slink off twist friend's wrist | R2 |
Where that spined sand's lined band's the bay | P |
Lined blind with true sea's blue as due | C2 |
Promising not to pay | P |
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II | - |
For the sea's debt leaves wet the sand | V |
Burst worst fate's weights in one burst gun | B2 |
A man's own yacht blown What off land | V |
Tack back or veer round here then queer | D2 |
Reef points though understand | V |
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III | - |
I'm blest if I do Sigh be blowed | S2 |
Love's doves make break life's ropes eh Tropes | P |
Faith's brig baulked sides caulked rides at road | S2 |
Hope's gropes befogged storm dogged and bogged | T2 |
Clogged water logged her load | S2 |
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IV | - |
Stowed by Jove right and tight away | P |
No show now how best plough sea's brow | D2 |
Wrinkling breeze quick tease thick ere day | P |
Clear sheer wave's sheen of green I mean | U2 |
With twinkling wrinkles eh | V2 |
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V | - |
Sea sprinkles winkles tinkles light | W2 |
Shells' bells boy's joys that hap to snap | X2 |
It's just sea's fun breeze done to spite | W2 |
God's rods that scourge her surge I'd urge | Y2 |
Not proper is it quite | W2 |
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VI | - |
See fore and aft life's craft undone | B2 |
Crank plank split spritsail mark sea's lark | N |
That grey cold sea's old sprees begun | B2 |
When men lay dark i' the ark no spark | N |
All water just God's fun | B2 |
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VII | - |
Not bright at best his jest to these | P |
Seemed screamed shrieked wreaked on kin for sin | J2 |
When for mirth's yell earth's knell seemed please | P |
Some dumb new grim great whim in him | Z2 |
Made Jews take chalk for cheese | P |
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VIII | - |
Could God's rods bruise God's Jews Their jowls | P |
Bobbed sobbed gaped aped the plaice in face | P |
None heard 'tis odds his God's folk's howls | P |
Now how must I apply to try | - |
This hookiest beaked of owls | P |
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IX | P |
Well I suppose God knows I don't | A3 |
Time's crimes mark dark men's types in stripes | P |
Broad as fen's lands men's hands were wont | A3 |
Leave grieve unploughed though proud and loud | B3 |
With birds' words No he won't | A3 |
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X | P |
One never should think good impossible | T |
Eh say I'd hide this Jew's oil's cruse | P |
His shop might hold bright gold engrossible | T |
By spy spring's air takes there no care | D2 |
To wave the heath flower's glossy bell | T |
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XI | P |
But gold bells chime in time there coined | C3 |
Gold Old Sphinx winks there Read my screed | D3 |
Doctrine Jews learn use burn for joined | C3 |
Through new craft's stealth with health and wealth | E3 |
At once all three purloined | C3 |
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XII | P |
I rose with dawn to pawn no doubt | Q2 |
Miss this chance glance untried aside | F3 |
John's shirt my no Ay so the lout | Q2 |
Let yet the door gape store on floor | D2 |
And not a soul about | Q2 |
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XIII | P |
Such men lay traps perhaps and I'm | G3 |
Weak meek mild child of woe you know | B |
But theft I doubt my lout calls crime | G3 |
Shrink Think Love's dawn in pawn you spawn | P2 |
Of Jewry Just in time | G3 |
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V | P |
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Off The Pier | D2 |
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I | - |
One last glance at these sands and stones | P |
Time goes past men and lives to his liking | N |
Steals and ruins and sometimes atones | P |
Why should he be king though and why not I king | N |
There now that wind like a swarm of sick drones | P |
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II | - |
Is it heaven or mere earth come that moves so and moans | P |
Oh I knew when you loved me my soul was in flowerage | Y2 |
Now the frost comes from prime though I watched through to nones | P |
Read love's litanies over his age was not our age | Y2 |
No more flutes in this world for me now dear trombones | P |
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III | - |
All that youth once denied and made mouths at age owns | P |
Facts put fangs out and bite us life stings and grows viperous | P |
And time's fugues are a hubbub of meaningless tones | P |
Once we followed the piper now why not the piper us | P |
Love grown grey plays mere solos we want antiphones | P |
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IV | P |
And we sharpen our wits up with passions for hones | P |
Melt down loadstars for magnets use women for whetstones | P |
Learn to bear with dead calms by remembering cyclones | P |
Snap strings short with sharp thumbnails till silence begets tones | P |
Burn our souls out shift spirits turn skins and change zones | P |
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V | P |
Then the heart when all's done with wakes whimpers intones | P |
Some lost fragment of tune it thought sweet ere it grew sick | N |
Is it life that disclaims this or death that disowns | P |
Mere dead metal scrawled bars ah one touch you make music | N |
Love's worth saving youth doubts but experience depones | P |
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VI | P |
In the darkness right Dickens of Tom All Alone's | P |
Or the Morgue out in Paris where tragedy centuples | P |
Life's effects by Death's algebra Shakespeare Malone's | P |
Might have said sleep was murdered new scholiasts have sent you pills | P |
To purge text of him Bread give me Scottic scones | P |
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VII | P |
Think what use when youth's saddle galls bay's back or roan's | P |
To seek chords on love's keys to strike other than his chords | P |
There's an error joy winks at and grief half condones | P |
Or life's counterpoint grates the C major of discords | P |
'Tis man's choice 'twixt sluts rose crowned and queens age dethrones | P |
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VIII | P |
I for instance might groan as a bag pipe groans | P |
Give the flesh of my heart for sharp sorrows to flagellate | H3 |
Grief might grind my cheeks down age make sticks of my bones | P |
Though a queen drowned in tears must be worth more than Madge elate | H3 |
Rose might turn burdock and pine apples cones | P |
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IX | P |
My skin might change to a pitiful crone's | P |
My lips to a lizard's my hair to weed | D3 |
My features in fact to a series of loans | P |
Thus much is conceded now you concede | D3 |
You would hardly salute me by choice John Jones | P |
Algernon Charles Swinburne
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