Nights Nothings Again Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCD EFGHI JKD LMNMF OPFD QRJS TBU QVWX QYZTCA2 QRDB2CCC2 D2MME2BB QF2G2FX H2H2I2HJ2K2L2 QM2SN2O2P2 WAQ2R2CA2 B2FS2T2U2 J2CHQQV2CCW2X2JSEESY 2H CZ2A3X2KQICRWHO knows what I know | A |
when I have asked the night questions | B |
and the night has answered nothing | C |
only the old answers | D |
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Who picked a crimson cryptogram | E |
the tail light of a motor car turning a corner | F |
or the midnight sign of a chile con carne place | G |
or a man out of the ashes of false dawn muttering 'hot dog' to the night watchmen | H |
Is there a spieler who has spoken the word or taken the number of night's nothings am I the spieler or you | I |
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Is there a tired head | J |
the night has not fed and rested | K |
and kept on its neck and shoulders | D |
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Is there a wish | L |
of man to woman | M |
and woman to man | N |
the night has not written | M |
and signed its name under | F |
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Does the night forget | O |
as a woman forgets | P |
and remember | F |
as a woman remembers | D |
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Who gave the night | Q |
this head of hair | R |
this gipsy head | J |
calling Come on | S |
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Who gave the night anything at all | T |
and asked the night questions | B |
and was laughed at | U |
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Who asked the night | Q |
for a long soft kiss | V |
and lost the half way lips | W |
who picked a red lamp in a mist | X |
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Who saw the night | Q |
fold its Mona Lisa hands | Y |
and sit half smiling half sad | Z |
nothing at all | T |
and everything | C |
all the world | A2 |
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Who saw the night | Q |
let down its hair | R |
and shake its bare shoulders | D |
and blow out the candles of the moon | B2 |
whispering snickering | C |
cutting off the snicker and sobbing | C |
out of pillow wet kisses and tears | C2 |
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Is the night woven of anything else | D2 |
than the secret wishes of women | M |
the stretched empty arms of women | M |
the hair of women with stars and roses | E2 |
I asked the night these questions | B |
I heard the night asking me these questions | B |
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I saw the night | Q |
put these whispered nothings | F2 |
across the city dust and stones | G2 |
across a single yellow sunflower | F |
one stalk strong as a woman's wrist | X |
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And the play of a light rain | H2 |
the jig time folly of a light rain | H2 |
the creepers of a drizzle on the sidewalks | I2 |
for the policemen and the railroad men | H |
for the home goers and the homeless | J2 |
silver fans and funnels on the asphalt | K2 |
the many feet of a fog mist that crept away | L2 |
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I saw the night | Q |
put these nothings across | M2 |
and the night wind came saying Come on | S |
and the curve of sky swept off white clouds | N2 |
and swept on white stars over Battery to Bronx | O2 |
scooped a sea of stars over Albany Dobbs Ferry Cape Horn Constantinople | P2 |
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I saw the night's mouth and lips | W |
strange as a face next to mine on a pillow | A |
and now I know as I knew always | Q2 |
the night is a lover of mine | R2 |
I know the night is everything | C |
I know the night is all the world | A2 |
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I have seen gold lamps in a lagoon | B2 |
play sleep and murmur | F |
with never an eyelash | S2 |
never a glint of an eyelid | T2 |
quivering in the water shadows | U2 |
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A taxi whizzes by an owl car clutters passengers yawn reading street signs a bum on a park bench shifts another bum keeps his majesty of stone stillness the forty foot split rocks of Central Park sleep the sleep of stone whalebacks the cornices of the Metropolitan Art mutter their own nothings to the men with rolled up collars on the top of a bus | J2 |
Breaths of the sea salt Atlantic breaths of two rivers and a heave of hawsers and smokestacks the swish of multiplied sloops and war dogs the hesitant hoo hoo of coal boats among these I listen to Night calling | C |
I give you what money can never buy all other lovers change all others go away and come back and go away again | H |
I am the one you slept with last night | Q |
I am the one you sleep with tonight and tomorrow night | Q |
I am the one whose passion kisses | V2 |
keep your head wondering | C |
and your lips aching | C |
to sing one song | W2 |
never sung before | X2 |
at night's gipsy head | J |
calling Come on | S |
These hands that slid to my neck and held me | E |
these fingers that told a story | E |
this gipsy head of hair calling Come on | S |
can anyone else come along now | Y2 |
and put across night's nothings again | H |
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I have wanted kisses my heart stuttered at asking | C |
I have pounded at useless doors and called my people fools | Z2 |
I have staggered alone in a winter dark making mumble songs | A3 |
to the sting of a blizzard that clutched and swore | X2 |
It was the night in my blood | K |
open dreaming night | Q |
night of tireless sheet steel blue | I |
The hands of God washing something | C |
feet of God walking somewhere | R |
Carl Sandburg
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