Astigmatism Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A B CDEFGHDIJEKLMMMNBOCP K QRBLSTAU V WKXTLKTUY Z BA2KKB2C2C2AC2D2E2TU KC2 TF2LC2C2DDG2H2U I2

To Ezra PoundA
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With much friendship and admiration and some differences of opinionB
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The Poet took his walking stickC
Of fine and polished ebonyD
Set in the close grained woodE
Were quaint devicesF
Patterns in ambersG
And in the clouded green of jadesH
The top was of smooth yellow ivoryD
And a tassel of tarnished goldI
Hung by a faded cord from a holeJ
Pierced in the hard woodE
Circled with silverK
For years the Poet had wrought upon this caneL
His wealth had gone to enrich itM
His experiences to pattern itM
His labour to fashion and burnish itM
To him it was perfectN
A work of art and a weaponB
A delight and a defenceO
The Poet took his walking stickC
And walked abroadP
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Peace be with you BrotherK
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The Poet came to a meadowQ
Sifted through the grass were daisiesR
Open mouthed wondering they gazed at the sunB
The Poet struck them with his caneL
The little heads flew off and they layS
Dying open mouthed and wonderingT
On the hard groundA
They are useless They are not roses said the PoetU
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Peace be with you Brother Go your waysV
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The Poet came to a streamW
Purple and blue flags waded in the waterK
In among them hopped the speckled frogsX
The wind slid through them rustlingT
The Poet lifted his caneL
And the iris heads fell into the waterK
They floated away torn and drowningT
Wretched flowers said the PoetU
They are not rosesY
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Peace be with you Brother It is your affairZ
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The Poet came to a gardenB
Dahlias ripened against a wallA2
Gillyflowers stood up bravely for all their short statureK
And a trumpet vine covered an arbourK
With the red and gold of its blossomsB2
Red and gold like the brass notes of trumpetsC2
The Poet knocked off the stiff heads of the dahliasC2
And his cane lopped the gillyflowers at the groundA
Then he severed the trumpet blossoms from their stemsC2
Red and gold they lay scatteredD2
Red and gold as on a battle fieldE2
Red and gold prone and dyingT
They were not roses said the PoetU
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Peace be with you BrotherK
But behind you is destruction and waste placesC2
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The Poet came home at eveningT
And in the candle lightF2
He wiped and polished his caneL
The orange candle flame leaped in the yellow ambersC2
And made the jades undulate like green poolsC2
It played along the bright ebonyD
And glowed in the top of cream coloured ivoryD
But these things were deadG2
Only the candle light made them seem to moveH2
It is a pity there were no roses said the PoetU
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Peace be with you Brother You have chosen your partI2

Amy Lowell



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