Gray-eyed King Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CC DE F GH IG G JE K AA CC LL G GG GG K M N OPEE QQ RQ QQSTGlory to you inescapable pain | A |
The gray eyed king died yesterday | B |
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The autumn evening was sultry and red | C |
My husband returned and quietly said | C |
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'You know they brought him back from the hunt | D |
They found his corpse by the old oak tree | E |
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I pity the queen He was so young | F |
In just one night her hair turned white ' | - |
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He found his pipe on the mantelpiece | G |
And went out to his nighttime shift | H |
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I'll go and wake my daughter now | I |
I'll look into her little gray eyes | G |
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While outside the rustling poplars say | G |
'Your king is no longer upon this earth ' | - |
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Another translation | J |
By Yevgeny Bonver | E |
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The Grey Eyed King | K |
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Hail Hail to thee o immovable pain | A |
The young grey eyed king had been yesterday slain | A |
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This autumnal evening was stuffy and red | C |
My husband returning had quietly said | C |
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'He'd left for his hunting they carried him home | L |
They'd found him under the old oak's dome | L |
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I pity the queen He so young past away | G |
During one night her black hair turned to grey ' | - |
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He found his pipe on a warm fire place | G |
And quietly left for his usual race | G |
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Now my daughter will wake up and rise | G |
Mother will look in her dear grey eyes | G |
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And poplars by windows rustle as sing | K |
'Never again will you see your young king ' | - |
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Ilana Weich's translation in | M |
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Yesterday evening the grey eyed king died | N |
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Evening the autumn was glowing and harsh | O |
Husband mine home came calm and so hush | P |
After the hunting they brought him back here | E |
Body was found under old oak so near | E |
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Pitied be Queen He was young and so bright | Q |
Gray turned her hair just after one night | Q |
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Searched for his pipe husband of mine | R |
Went back to work for a very long night | Q |
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My little daughter she sleeps very tight | Q |
I ll wake her to look into lovely gray light | Q |
Under the window the trees whisper s soft | S |
Gone is your king from this very world | T |
Anna Akhmatova
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