The Hammers: Part 02 - Paris, March, 1814 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCADCEEFEGGGGGGEHGI JKLLMJNOGPEEPGGGGQQR RGGGSSTGJGIUQVVGGWGG XYZZGGA2FHAAHB2B2C2C 2TTQQPPGGB2B2AASGD2D 2D2E2E2F2F2SG2YG2H2H I2GGJ2J2K2AAGGL2L2AA GGGAAZAAZM2N2N2JJGO2 G| Fine yellow sunlight down the rue du Mont Thabor | A |
| Ten o'clock striking from all the clock towers of Paris | B |
| Over the door of a shop in gilt letters | C |
| Martin Parfumeur and something more | A |
| A large gilded wooden something | D |
| Listen What a ringing of hammers | C |
| Tap | E |
| Tap | E |
| Squeak | F |
| Tap Squeak Tap a tap | E |
| Blaise | G |
| Oui M'sieu | G |
| Don't touch the letters My name stays | G |
| Bien M'sieu | G |
| Just take down the eagle and the shield with the bees | G |
| As M'sieu pleases | G |
| Tap Squeak Tap | E |
| The man on the ladder hammers steadily for a minute or two | H |
| Then stops | G |
| He Patron | I |
| They are fastened well Nom d'un Chien | J |
| What if I break them | K |
| Break away | L |
| You and Paul must have them down to day | L |
| Bien | M |
| And the hammers start again | J |
| Drum beating at the something of gilded wood | N |
| Sunshine in a golden flood | O |
| Lighting up the yellow fronts of houses | G |
| Glittering each window to a flash | P |
| Squeak Squeak Tap | E |
| The hammers beat and rap | E |
| A Prussian hussar on a grey horse goes by at a dash | P |
| From other shops the noise of striking blows | G |
| Pounds thumps and whacks | G |
| Wooden sounds splinters cracks | G |
| Paris is full of the galloping of horses and the knocking of hammers | G |
| Hullo Friend Martin is business slack | Q |
| That you are in the street this morning Don't turn your back | Q |
| And scuttle into your shop like a rabbit to its hole | R |
| I've just been taking a stroll | R |
| The stinking Cossacks are bivouacked all up and down the Champs Elysees | G |
| I can't get the smell of them out of my nostrils | G |
| Dirty fellows who don't believe in frills | G |
| Like washing Ah mon vieux you'd have to go | S |
| Out of business if you lived in Russia So | S |
| We've given up being perfumers to the Emperor have we | T |
| Blaise | G |
| Be careful of the hen | J |
| Maybe I can find a use for her one of these days | G |
| That eagle's rather well cut Martin | I |
| But I'm sick of smelling Cossack | U |
| Take me inside and let me put my head into a stack | Q |
| Of orris root and musk | V |
| Within the shop the light is dimmed to a pearl and green dusk | V |
| Out of which dreamily sparkle counters and shelves of glass | G |
| Containing phials and bowls and jars and dishes a mass | G |
| Of aqueous transparence made solid by threads of gold | W |
| Gold and glass | G |
| And scents which whiff across the green twilight and pass | G |
| The perfumer sits down and shakes his head | X |
| Always the same Monsieur Antoine | Y |
| You artists are wonderful folk indeed | Z |
| But Antoine Vernet does not heed | Z |
| He is reading the names on the bottles and bowls | G |
| Done in fine gilt letters with wonderful scrolls | G |
| What have we here 'Eau Imperial Odontalgique ' | A2 |
| I must say mon cher your names are chic | F |
| But it won't do positively it will not do | H |
| Elba doesn't count Ah here is another | A |
| 'Baume du Commandeur' That's better He needs something to smother | A |
| Regrets A little lubricant too | H |
| Might be useful I have it | B2 |
| 'Sage Oil' perhaps he'll be good now with it we'll submit | B2 |
| This fine German rouge I fear he is pale | C2 |
| Monsieur Antoine don't rail | C2 |
| At misfortune He treated me well and fairly | T |
| And you prefer him to Bourbons admit it squarely | T |
| Heaven forbid Bang Whack | Q |
| Squeak Squeak Crack | Q |
| CRASH | P |
| Oh Lord Martin That shield is hash | P |
| The whole street is covered with golden bees | G |
| They look like so many yellow peas | G |
| Lying there in the mud I'd like to paint it | B2 |
| 'Plum pudding of Empire' That's rather quaint it | B2 |
| Might take with the Kings Shall I try Oh Sir | A |
| You distress me you do Poor old Martin's purr | A |
| But he hasn't a scratch in him I know | S |
| Now let us get back to the powders and patches | G |
| Foolish man | D2 |
| The Kings are here now We must hit on a plan | D2 |
| To change all these titles as fast as we can | D2 |
| 'Bouquet Imperatrice' Tut Tut Give me some ink | E2 |
| 'Bouquet de la Reine' what do you think | E2 |
| Not the same receipt | F2 |
| Now Martin put away your conceit | F2 |
| Who will ever know | S |
| 'Extract of Nobility' excellent since most of them are killed | G2 |
| But Monsieur Antoine | Y |
| You are self willed | G2 |
| Martin You need a salve | H2 |
| For your conscience do you | H |
| Very well we'll halve | I2 |
| The compliments also the pastes and dentifrices | G |
| Send some to the Kings and some to the Empresses | G |
| 'Oil of Bitter Almonds' the Empress Josephine can have that | J2 |
| 'Oil of Parma Violets' fits the other one pat | J2 |
| Rap Rap Bang | K2 |
| What a hideous clatter | A |
| Blaise seems determined to batter | A |
| That poor old turkey into bits | G |
| And pound to jelly my excellent wits | G |
| Come come Martin you mustn't shirk | L2 |
| 'The night cometh soon' etc Don't jerk | L2 |
| Me up like that 'Essence de la Valliere' | A |
| That has a charmingly Bourbon air | A |
| And oh Magnificent Listen to this | G |
| 'Vinaigre des Quatre Voleurs' Nothing amiss | G |
| With that England Austria Russia and Prussia | G |
| Martin you're a wonder | A |
| Upheavals of continents can't keep you under | A |
| Monsieur Antoine I am grieved indeed | Z |
| At such levity What France has gone through | A |
| Very true Martin very true | A |
| But never forget that a man must feed | Z |
| Pound Pound Thump | M2 |
| Pound | N2 |
| Look here in another minute Blaise will drop that bird on the ground | N2 |
| Martin shrugs his shoulders Ah well what then | J |
| Antoine with a laugh I'll give you two sous for that antiquated hen | J |
| The Imperial Eagle sells for two sous | G |
| And the lilies go up | O2 |
| A man must choose | G |
Amy Lowell
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