The Lion For Real Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDE FGBH IJK ELEEB MENCO PBNQRSENTUVW EKEG SEXEJEY ZA2B2SRA2S NSC2OA2| Soyez muette pour moi Idole contemplative | A |
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| I came home and found a lion in my living room | B |
| Rushed out on the fire escape screaming Lion Lion | C |
| Two stenographers pulled their brunnette hair and banged the window shut | D |
| I hurried home to Patterson and stayed two days | E |
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| Called up old Reichian analyst | F |
| who'd kicked me out of therapy for smoking marijuana | G |
| 'It's happened' I panted 'There's a Lion in my living room' | B |
| 'I'm afraid any discussion would have no value' he hung up | H |
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| I went to my old boyfriend we got drunk with his girlfriend | I |
| I kissed him and announced I had a lion with a mad gleam in my eye | J |
| We wound up fighting on the floor I bit his eyebrow he kicked me out | K |
| I ended up masturbating in his jeep parked in the street moaning 'Lion ' | - |
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| Found Joey my novelist friend and roared at him 'Lion ' | - |
| He looked at me interested and read me his spontaneous ignu high poetries | E |
| I listened for lions all I heard was Elephant Tiglon Hippogriff Unicorn | L |
| Ants | E |
| But figured he really understood me when we made it in Ignaz Wisdom's | E |
| bathroom | B |
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| But next day he sent me a leaf from his Smoky Mountain retreat | M |
| 'I love you little Bo Bo with your delicate golden lions | E |
| But there being no Self and No Bars therefore the Zoo of your dear Father | N |
| hath no lion | C |
| You said your mother was mad don't expect me to produce the Monster for | O |
| your Bridegroom ' | - |
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| Confused dazed and exalted bethought me of real lion starved in his stink | P |
| in Harlem | B |
| Opened the door the room was filled with the bomb blast of his anger | N |
| He roaring hungrily at the plaster walls but nobody could hear outside | Q |
| thru the window | R |
| My eye caught the edge of the red neighbor apartment building standing in | S |
| deafening stillness | E |
| We gazed at each other his implacable yellow eye in the red halo of fur | N |
| Waxed rhuemy on my own but he stopped roaring and bared a fang | T |
| greeting | U |
| I turned my back and cooked broccoli for supper on an iron gas stove | V |
| boilt water and took a hot bath in the old tup under the sink board | W |
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| He didn't eat me tho I regretted him starving in my presence | E |
| Next week he wasted away a sick rug full of bones wheaten hair falling out | K |
| enraged and reddening eye as he lay aching huge hairy head on his paws | E |
| by the egg crate bookcase filled up with thin volumes of Plato Buddha | G |
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| Sat by his side every night averting my eyes from his hungry motheaten | S |
| face | E |
| stopped eating myself he got weaker and roared at night while I had | X |
| nightmares | E |
| Eaten by lion in bookstore on Cosmic Campus a lion myself starved by | J |
| Professor Kandisky dying in a lion's flophouse circus | E |
| I woke up mornings the lion still added dying on the floor 'Terrible | Y |
| Presence 'I cried'Eat me or die ' | - |
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| It got up that afternoon walked to the door with its paw on the south wall to | Z |
| steady its trembling body | A2 |
| Let out a soul rending creak from the bottomless roof of his mouth | B2 |
| thundering from my floor to heaven heavier than a volcano at night in | S |
| Mexico | R |
| Pushed the door open and said in a gravelly voice Not this time Baby | A2 |
| but I will be back again | S |
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| Lion that eats my mind now for a decade knowing only your hunger | N |
| Not the bliss of your satisfaction O roar of the universe how am I chosen | S |
| In this life I have heard your promise I am ready to die I have served | C2 |
| Your starved and ancient Presence O Lord I wait in my room at your | O |
| Mercy | A2 |
Allen Ginsberg
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