The City Of Falling Leaves Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCADEBBFGHIJBCC KLMNOPBBQROSLTUIBVBK WKKBHBXYBRZA2YDIBKB2 WO AKBBBKC2TKBBHWIABBA2 YDTKD2KBLDE2BBBKHKBB BBBKYKBADACC BBF2G2H2YBKBDBYYBBBI 2KKBCCADA| Leaves fall | A |
| Brown leaves | B |
| Yellow leaves streaked with brown | C |
| They fall | A |
| Flutter | D |
| Fall again | E |
| The brown leaves | B |
| And the streaked yellow leaves | B |
| Loosen on their branches | F |
| And drift slowly downwards | G |
| One | H |
| One two three | I |
| One two five | J |
| All Venice is a falling of Autumn leaves | B |
| Brown | C |
| And yellow streaked with brown | C |
| - | |
| That sonnet Abate | K |
| Beautiful | L |
| I am quite exhausted by it | M |
| Your phrases turn about my heart | N |
| And stifle me to swooning | O |
| Open the window I beg | P |
| Lord What a strumming of fiddles and mandolins | B |
| 'Tis really a shame to stop indoors | B |
| Call my maid or I will make you lace me yourself | Q |
| Fie how hot it is not a breath of air | R |
| See how straight the leaves are falling | O |
| Marianna I will have the yellow satin caught up with silver fringe | S |
| It peeps out delightfully from under a mantle | L |
| Am I well painted to day 'caro Abate mio' | T |
| You will be proud of me at the 'Ridotto' hey | U |
| Proud of being 'Cavalier Servente' to such a lady | I |
| Can you doubt it 'Bellissima Contessa' | B |
| A pinch more rouge on the right cheek | V |
| And Venus herself shines less | B |
| You bore me Abate | K |
| I vow I must change you | W |
| A letter Achmet | K |
| Run and look out of the window Abate | K |
| I will read my letter in peace | B |
| The little black slave with the yellow satin turban | H |
| Gazes at his mistress with strained eyes | B |
| His yellow turban and black skin | X |
| Are gorgeous barbaric | Y |
| The yellow satin dress with its silver flashings | B |
| Lies on a chair | R |
| Beside a black mantle and a black mask | Z |
| Yellow and black | A2 |
| Gorgeous barbaric | Y |
| The lady reads her letter | D |
| And the leaves drift slowly | I |
| Past the long windows | B |
| How silly you look my dear Abate | K |
| With that great brown leaf in your wig | B2 |
| Pluck it off I beg you | W |
| Or I shall die of laughing | O |
| - | |
| A yellow wall | A |
| Aflare in the sunlight | K |
| Chequered with shadows | B |
| Shadows of vine leaves | B |
| Shadows of masks | B |
| Masks coming printing themselves for an instant | K |
| Then passing on | C2 |
| More masks always replacing them | T |
| Masks with tricorns and rapiers sticking out behind | K |
| Pursuing masks with plumes and high heels | B |
| The sunlight shining under their insteps | B |
| One | H |
| One two | W |
| One two three | I |
| There is a thronging of shadows on the hot wall | A |
| Filigreed at the top with moving leaves | B |
| Yellow sunlight and black shadows | B |
| Yellow and black | A2 |
| Gorgeous barbaric | Y |
| Two masks stand together | D |
| And the shadow of a leaf falls through them | T |
| Marking the wall where they are not | K |
| From hat tip to shoulder tip | D2 |
| From elbow to sword hilt | K |
| The leaf falls | B |
| The shadows mingle | L |
| Blur together | D |
| Slide along the wall and disappear | E2 |
| Gold of mosaics and candles | B |
| And night blackness lurking in the ceiling beams | B |
| Saint Mark's glitters with flames and reflections | B |
| A cloak brushes aside | K |
| And the yellow of satin | H |
| Licks out over the coloured inlays of the pavement | K |
| Under the gold crucifixes | B |
| There is a meeting of hands | B |
| Reaching from black mantles | B |
| Sighing embraces bold investigations | B |
| Hide in confessionals | B |
| Sheltered by the shuffling of feet | K |
| Gorgeous barbaric | Y |
| In its mail of jewels and gold | K |
| Saint Mark's looks down at the swarm of black masks | B |
| And outside in the palace gardens brown leaves fall | A |
| Flutter | D |
| Fall | A |
| Brown | C |
| And yellow streaked with brown | C |
| - | |
| Blue black the sky over Venice | B |
| With a pricking of yellow stars | B |
| There is no moon | F2 |
| And the waves push darkly against the prow | G2 |
| Of the gondola | H2 |
| Coming from Malamocco | Y |
| And streaming toward Venice | B |
| It is black under the gondola hood | K |
| But the yellow of a satin dress | B |
| Glares out like the eye of a watching tiger | D |
| Yellow compassed about with darkness | B |
| Yellow and black | Y |
| Gorgeous barbaric | Y |
| The boatman sings | B |
| It is Tasso that he sings | B |
| The lovers seek each other beneath their mantles | B |
| And the gondola drifts over the lagoon aslant to the coming dawn | I2 |
| But at Malamocco in front | K |
| In Venice behind | K |
| Fall the leaves | B |
| Brown | C |
| And yellow streaked with brown | C |
| They fall | A |
| Flutter | D |
| Fall | A |
Amy Lowell
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