Hypocrite Auteur Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDD EEFFG GCCHHIIJJ K KLLMMNN OOPPQQR RRSS TTUU VWWX Y ZA2B2B2C2C2RRD2E2 F2F2YYG2G2H2I2 A2J2A2

mon semblable mon fr reA
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Our epoch takes a voluptuous satisfactionC
In that perspective of the actionC
Which pictures us inhabiting the endD
Of everything with death for only friendD
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Not that we love deathE
Not truly not the fluttering breathE
The obscene shudder of the finished actF
What the doe feels when the ultimate factF
Tears at her bowels with its jawsG
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Our taste is for the opulent pauseG
Before the end comes If the end is certainC
All of us are players at the final curtainC
All of us silence for a time deferredH
Find time before us for one sad last wordH
Victim rebel convert stoicI
Every role but the heroicI
We turn our tragic faces to the stallsJ
To wince our moment till the curtain fallsJ
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A world ends when its metaphor has diedK
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An age becomes an age all else besideK
When sensuous poets in their pride inventL
Emblems for the soul s consentL
That speak the meanings men will never knowM
But man imagined images can showM
It perishes when those images though seenN
No longer meanN
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A world was ended when the wombO
Where girl held God became the tombO
Where God lies buried in a manP
Botticelli s image neither speaks nor canP
To our kind His star guided strangerQ
Teaches no longer by the child the mangerQ
The meaning of the beckoning skiesR
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Sophocles when his reverent actors riseR
To play the king with bleeding eyesR
No longer shows us on the stage advanceS
God s purpose in the terrible fatality of chanceS
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No woman living when the girl and swanT
Embrace in verses feels uponT
Her breast the awful thunder of that breastU
Where God made beast is by the blood confessedU
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Empty as conch shell by the waters castV
The metaphor still sounds but cannot tellW
And we like parasite crabs put on the shellW
And drag it at the sea s edge up and downX
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This is the destiny we say we ownY
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But are we sureZ
The age that dies upon its metaphorA2
Among these Roman heads these mediaeval towersB2
Is oursB2
Or ours the ending of that storyC2
The meanings in a man that quarryC2
Images from blinded eyesR
And white birds and the turning skiesR
To make a world of were not spent with theseD2
Abandoned presencesE2
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The journey of our history has not ceasedF2
Earth turns us still toward the rising eastF2
The metaphor still struggles in the stoneY
The allegory of the flesh and boneY
Still stares into the summer grassG2
That is its glassG2
The ignorant bloodH2
Still knocks at silence to be understoodI2
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Poets deserted by the world beforeA2
Turn round into the actual airJ2
Invent the age Invent the metaphorA2

Archibald Macleish



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