The Hammers: Part 03 - Paris, April, 1814 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBACCDEFEGDDHIIJKL MCNOPPQRA SSECATCCAJUVCWXCRJ BCCYZA2A2CCJB2EB2LC2 D2CJ JE2CF2E2CCAG2CH2JI2J 2HJ2J2HJJJOK2O

Cold impassive the marble arch of the Place du CarrouselA
Haughty contemptuous the marble arch of the Place du CarrouselA
Like a woman raped by force rising above her fateB
Borne up by the cold rigidity of hateB
Stands the marble arch of the Place du CarrouselA
Tap Clink a tinkC
Tap Rap ChinkC
What falls to the ground like a streak of flameD
Hush It is only a bit of bronze flashing in the sunE
What are all those soldiers Those are not the uniforms of FranceF
Alas No The uniforms of France Great Imperial France are doneE
They will rot away in chests and hang to dusty tatters in barn loftsG
These are other armies And their nameD
Hush be still for shameD
Be still and imperturbable like the marble archH
Another bright spark falls through the blue airI
Over the Place du Carrousel a wailing of despairI
Crowd your horses back upon the people Uhlans and Hungarian LancersJ
They see too muchK
Unfortunately Gentlemen of the Invading Armies what they do not seeL
they hearM
Tap Clink a tinkC
TapN
Another sharp spearO
Of brightnessP
And a ringing of quick metal lightnessP
On hard stonesQ
Workmen are chipping off the names of Napoleon's victoriesR
From the triumphal arch of the Place du CarrouselA
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Do they need so much force to quell the crowdS
An old Grenadier of the line groans aloudS
And each hammer tap points the sob of a womanE
Russia Prussia Austria and the faded white lily Bourbon kingC
Think it wellA
To guard against tumultT
A mob is an undependable thingC
Ding DingC
Vienna is scattered all over the Place du CarrouselA
In glittering bent and twisted lettersJ
Your betters have clattered over Vienna beforeU
Officer of his Imperial Majesty our Father in LawV
Tink TinkC
A workman's chisel can strew you to the windsW
MunichX
Do they thinkC
To pleasure Paris used to the fall of citiesR
By giving her a fall of lettersJ
-
It is a month too lateB
One month and our lily white Bourbon kingC
Has done a colossal thingC
He has curdled loveY
And soured the desires of a peopleZ
Still the letters fallA2
The workmen creep up and down their ladders like lizards on a wallA2
Tap Tap TinkC
Clink ClinkC
Oh merciful God they will not touch AusterlitzJ
Strike me blind my God my eyes can never look on thatB2
I would give the other leg to save it it took oneE
Curse them Curse them Aim at his hatB2
Give me the stone Why didn't you give it to meL
I would not have missed Curse himC2
Curse all of them They have got the 'A'D2
Ding DingC
I saw the Terror but I never saw so horrible a thing as thisJ
'Vive l'Empereur Vive l'Empereur '-
Don't strike him FritzJ
The mob will rise if you doE2
Just run him out to the 'quai'C
That will get him out of the wayF2
They are almost throughE2
Clink Tink DingC
Clear as the sudden ringC
Of a bellA
Z strikes the pavementG2
Farewell Austerlitz Tilsit PresbourgC
Farewell greatness departedH2
Farewell Imperial honours knocked broadcast by the beating hammersJ
of ignorant workmenI2
Straight in the Spring moonlightJ2
Rises the deflowered archH
In the silence shining brightJ2
She stands naked and unsubduedJ2
Her marble coldness will endure the marchH
Of decadesJ
Rend her bronzes hammersJ
Cast down her inscriptionsJ
She is unconquerable austereO
Cold as the moon that swims above herK2
When the nights are clearO

Amy Lowell



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