Towns In Colour Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Red SlippersB
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Red slippers in a shop window and outside in the street flaws of greyC
windy sleetD
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Behind the polished glass the slippers hang in long threads of redE
festooning from the ceiling like stalactites of blood flooding the eyesF
of passers by with dripping colour jamming their crimson reflectionsG
against the windows of cabs and tram cars screaming their claret and salmonH
into the teeth of the sleet plopping their little round maroon lightsI
upon the tops of umbrellasJ
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The row of white sparkling shop fronts is gashed and bleedingK
it bleeds red slippers They spout under the electric lightL
fluid and fluctuating a hot rain and freeze again to red slippersB
myriadly multiplied in the mirror side of the windowM
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They balance upon arched insteps like springing bridges of crimson lacquerN
they swing up over curved heels like whirling tanagers suckedO
in a wind pocket they flatten out heelless like July pondsP
flared and burnished by red rocketsQ
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Snap snap they are cracker sparks of scarlet in the white monotonousR
block of shopsS
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They plunge the clangour of billions of vermilion trumpetsQ
into the crowd outside and echo in faint rose over the pavementT
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People hurry by for these are only shoes and in a window farther downU
is a big lotus bud of cardboard whose petals open every few minutesQ
and reveal a wax doll with staring bead eyes and flaxen hairV
lolling awkwardly in its flower chairV
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One has often seen shoes but whoever saw a cardboard lotus bud beforeW
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The flaws of grey windy sleet beat on the shop window where there are onlyX
red slippersB
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Thompson's Lunch Room Grand Central StationH
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Study in WhitesI
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Wax whiteL
Floor ceiling wallsY
Ivory shadowsZ
Over the pavementT
Polished to cream surfacesJ
By constant sweepingK
The big room is coloured like the petalsA2
Of a great magnoliaB2
And has a patinaB2
Of flower bloomC2
Which makes it shine dimlyX
Under the electric lampsD2
Chairs are ranged in rowsZ
Like sepia seedsE2
Waiting fulfilmentT
The chalk white spot of a cook's capF2
Moves unglossily against the vaguely bright wallG2
Dull chalk white striking the retina like a blowM
Through the wavering uncertainty of steamH2
Vitreous white of glasses with green reflectionsG
Ice green carboys shifting greener bluer with the jar of moving waterN
Jagged green white bowls of pressed glassI2
Rearing snow peaks of chipped sugarN
Above the lighthouse shaped castorsI2
Of grey pepper and grey white saltT
Grey white placards 'Oyster Stew Cornbeef Hash Frankfurters'I2
Marble slabs veined with words in meandering linesI2
Dropping on the white counter like horn notesI2
Through a web of violinsI2
The flat yellow lights of orangesI2
The cube red splashes of applesI2
In high plated epergnes'I2
The electric clock jerks every half minuteT
'Coming Past '-
'Three beef steaks and a chicken pie '-
Bawled through a slide while the clock jerks heavilyX
A man carries a china mug of coffee to a distant chairV
Two rice puddings and a salmon saladT
Are pushed over the counterN
The unfulfilled chairs open to receive themJ2
A spoon falls upon the floor with the impact of metal striking stoneK2
And the sound throws across the roomC2
Sharp invisible zigzagsI2
Of silverN
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An Opera HouseI2
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Within the gold square of the proscenium archL2
A curtain of orange velvet hangs in stiff foldsI2
Its tassels jarring slightly when someone crosses the stage behindT
Gold carving edges the balconiesI2
Rims the boxesI2
Runs up and down fluted pillarsI2
Little knife stabs of goldT
Shine out whenever a box door is openedT
Gold clustersI2
Flash in soft explosionsI2
On the blue darknessI2
Suck back to a pointT
And disappearM2
Hoops of goldT
Circle necks wrists fingersI2
Pierce earsI2
Poise on headsI2
And fly up above them in coloured sparklesI2
GoldT
GoldT
The opera house is a treasure box of goldT
Gold in a broad smear across the orchestra pitT
Gold of horns trumpets tubasI2
Gold spun gold twittering gold snapping goldT
Of harpsI2
The conductor raises his batonN2
The brass blares outT
Crass crudeT
Parvenu fat powerfulO2
GoldenH
Rich as the fat clapping hands in the boxesI2
Cymbals gigantic coin shapedT
CrashP2
The orange curtain partsI2
And the prima donna steps forwardT
One noteT
A drop transparent iridescentT
A gold bubbleO2
It floats floatsI2
And bursts against the lips of a bank presidentT
In the grand tierQ2
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Afternoon Rain in State StreetT
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Cross hatchings of rain against grey wallsI2
Slant lines of black rainR2
In front of the up and down wet stone sides of buildingsI2
BelowM
Greasy shiny black horizontalO2
The streetT
And over it umbrellasI2
Black polished dotsI2
Struck to whiteT
An instantT
Stream in two flat linesI2
Slipping past each other with the smoothness of oilS2
Like a four sided wedgeT2
The Custom House TowerN
Pokes at the low flat skyA
Pushing it farther and farther upU2
Lifting it away from the house topsI2
Lifting it in one piece as though it were a sheet of tinV2
With the lever of its apexI2
The cross hatchings of rain cut the Tower obliquelyX
Scratching lines of black wire across itT
Mutilating its perpendicular grey surfaceI2
With the sharp precision of toolsI2
The city is rigid with straight lines and anglesI2
A chequered table of blacks and greysI2
Oblong blocks of flatnessI2
Crawl by with low geared enginesI2
And pass to short upright squaresI2
Shrinking with distanceI2
A steamer in the basin blows its whistleO2
And the sound shoots across the rain hatchingsI2
A narrow level bar of steelW2
Hard cubes of lemonH
Superimpose themselves upon the fronts of buildingsI2
As the windows light upU2
But the lemon cubes are edged with anglesI2
Upon which they cannot impingeX2
Up straight down straight squareV
Crumpled grey white papersI2
Blow along the side walksI2
Contorted horribleO2
Without curvesI2
A horse steps in a puddleO2
And white glaring water spurts upU2
In stiff outflaring linesI2
Like the rattling stems of reedsI2
The city is heraldic with anglesI2
A sombre escutcheon of argent and sableO2
And countercoloured bends of rainR2
Hung over a four square civilizationH
When a street lamp comes outT
I gaze at it for fully thirty secondsI2
To rest my brain with the suffusing round brilliance of its globeY2
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An AquariumZ2
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Streaks of green and yellow iridescenceI2
Silver shiftingsI2
Rings veering out of ringsI2
Silver goldT
Grey green opaqueness sliding downU
With sharp white bubblesI2
Shooting and dancingK
Flinging quickly outwardT
Nosing the bubblesI2
Swallowing themJ2
FishA3
Blue shadows against silver saffron waterN
The light rippling over themJ2
In steel bright tremorsI2
Outspread translucent finsI2
Flute fold and relapseI2
The threaded light prints through them on the pebblesI2
In scarcely tarnished twinklingsI2
Curving of spotted spinesI2
Slow up shiftsI2
Lazy convolutionsI2
Then a sudden swift straighteningK
And darting belowM
Oblique grey shadowsI2
Athwart a pale casementT
Roped and curledT
Green man eating eelsI2
Slumber in undulate rhythmsI2
With crests laid horizontal on their backsI2
Barred fishA3
Striped fishA3
Uneven disks of fishA3
Slip slide whirl turnB3
And never touchC3
Metallic blue fishA3
With fins wide and yellow and swayingK
Like Oriental fansI2
Hold the sun in their belliesI2
And glow with lightT
Blue brilliance cut by black barsI2
An oblong pane of straw coloured shimmerN
Across it in a tangentT
A smear of rose black silverN
Short twists and upstartingsI2
Rose black in a setting of bubblesI2
Sunshine playing between red and black flowersI2
On a blue and gold lawnD3
Shadows and polished surfacesI2
Facets of mauve and purpleO2
A constant modulation of valuesI2
Shaft shapedT
With green bead eyesI2
Thick nosedT
Heliotrope colouredT
Swift spots of chrysolite and coralO2
In the midst of green pearl amethyst irradiationsI2
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OutsideT
A willow tree flickersI2

Amy Lowell



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