In A Time Of Dearth Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCBDEB FGHIIJIKIABBB IHLHMINNOGPBBB QPGRGIIISNBBBB TIIUVWBPBB BIIIXYZA2Before me | A |
On either side of me | A |
I see sand | B |
If I turn the corner of my house | C |
I see sand | B |
Long brown | D |
Lines and levels of flat | E |
Sand | B |
- | |
If I could only see a caravan | F |
Heave over the edge of it | G |
The camels wobbling and swaying | H |
Stepping like ostriches | I |
With rocking palanquins | I |
Whose curtains conceal | J |
Languors and faintnesses | I |
Muslins tossed aside | K |
And a disorder of cushions | I |
The swinging curtains would pique and solace me | A |
But I only see sand | B |
Long brown sand | B |
Sand | B |
- | |
If I could only see a herd of Arab horses | I |
Galloping | H |
Their manes and tails pulled straight | L |
By the speed of their going | H |
Their bodies sleek and round | M |
Like bellying sails | I |
They would beat the sand with their fore feet | N |
And scatter it with their hind feet | N |
So that it whirled in a cloud of orange | O |
And the sun through it | G |
Was clip edged without rays and dun | P |
But I only see sand | B |
Long brown hot sand | B |
Sand | B |
- | |
If I could only see a mirage | Q |
Blue white at the horizon | P |
With palm trees about it | G |
Tall windless palm trees grouped about a glitter | R |
If I could strain toward it | G |
And think of the water creeping round my ankles | I |
Tickling under my knees | I |
Leeching up my sides | I |
Spreading over my back | S |
But I only feel the grinding beneath my feet | N |
And I only see sand | B |
Long dry sand | B |
Scorching sand | B |
Sand | B |
- | |
If a sand storm would only come | T |
And spit against my windows | I |
Snapping upon them and ringing their vibrations | I |
Swirling over the roof | U |
Seeping under the door jamb | V |
Suffocating me and making me struggle for air | W |
But I only see sand | B |
Sand lying dead in the sun | P |
Lines and lines of sand | B |
Sand | B |
- | |
I will paste newspapers over the windows to shut out the sand | B |
I will fit them into one another and fasten the corners | I |
Then I will strike matches | I |
And read of politics and murders and festivals | I |
Three years old | X |
But I shall not see the sand any more | Y |
And I can read | Z |
While my matches last | A2 |
Amy Lowell
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