Excerpts From The Diary Of Damocles Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CD EF GH FF FI B GJ AK FL FF MI LL NG OP FA FJ LL L AL QQ RS TU GF V FW XY ZA2 QB2 C2D2 S FN E2F F2G2 FH2 A F FA FF FI2 J2A K2K2 FP AL2 M2N2 O2P2| I don't dare speak too loudly | A |
| some timbres could be fatal | B |
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| that string is not too strong | C |
| I think and at times I have | D |
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| to breathe Or maybe I fear | E |
| my paraphrastic exhalations | F |
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| will spoil the oiled perfection | G |
| of its sleekness will mist | H |
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| over that brightness whose | F |
| needle sharp point compasses | F |
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| my every stray I am as | F |
| edgy in my way as it | I |
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| as little rippled as subtle | B |
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| Prey to vapors to sudden | G |
| icecap thaws seismic | J |
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| dicethrows the world wires me | A |
| I hex myself up to a pitch | K |
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| of infinite finicky sensitiveness | F |
| alert to every window opening | L |
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| down in my castle's bowels | F |
| every mousehole emergence | F |
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| A simple housefly a moth | M |
| murders my rest when it | I |
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| mistakes for light that glittering | L |
| blade in which every passing | L |
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| glint is glassed barometer | N |
| of my highest apprehension | G |
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| I know my fear is only a ploy | O |
| a sticking point in the old | P |
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| hairsplitting debate of the winds | F |
| I the first split personality | A |
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| divide into a Dam an Ocles | F |
| a mother and her myopic | J |
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| son Or since everything | L |
| is reversed in its mirroring | L |
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| shaft a Selcomad mad and sulky | L |
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| Language does this to me | A |
| It inverts my position King | L |
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| I am but await my crown | Q |
| unmanned until it come down | Q |
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| my kingdom lies in twain | R |
| to each I am in half to all | S |
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| If only I could reach up up | T |
| and take it in my teeth | U |
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| suckle that penile projection | G |
| cloister its unremitting hardness | F |
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| in the sheath of my throat | V |
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| swordswallower who exalts | F |
| his posture with this adjunct | W |
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| second spine aligning gut with | X |
| palate my groin with my height | Y |
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| Male means to be in the crime | Z |
| of things here this frail planet | A2 |
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| killed wide maimed down | Q |
| Male means murder rape and war | B2 |
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| Its indomitable will will not allow | C2 |
| approach All broach will fail | D2 |
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| It must fall on you or not at all | S |
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| Insane isn't it History hangs | F |
| impregnable to the mind eager | N |
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| to halve your brain with rift | E2 |
| intrusion and strife the warrior's | F |
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| dissonance No whole is hallowed | F2 |
| no peace Don't let the humor of | G2 |
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| this scene when the phallus | F |
| falls the fears recede attend | H2 |
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| you away from its cruelty | A |
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| I stand here exposed to whose | F |
| justice my crime my Y | - |
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| chromosome That Y aims | F |
| his prick point down at me | A |
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| A dowsing wand that seeks | F |
| my artesian quench my depths | F |
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| of death His insistence | F |
| sustains me in steel his encased | I2 |
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| incursion covers my melt | J2 |
| my metal Each day he rights me | A |
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| his richterscaled tremors are | K2 |
| my weather my wherefore | K2 |
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| his gloss his gleam condemns | F |
| my fortunes his ore loads my gold | P |
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| with schist His soliloquy | A |
| interrupts mine at every word | L2 |
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| Linebreaks enforced by sword | M2 |
| his poem sunders my rhythm | N2 |
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| All mine at last is made him | O2 |
| His blade remembers my name | P2 |
Bill Knott
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