Monsieur Qui Passe Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACBC DEDCFCGCFG HIHIDJDJAKAK LILMNMNINA purple blot against the dead white door | A |
In my friend's rooms bathed in their vile pink light | B |
I had not noticed her before | A |
She snatched my eyes and threw them back to me | C |
She did not speak till we came out into the night | B |
Paused at this bench beside the klosk on the quay | C |
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God knows precisely what she said | D |
I left to her the twisted skein | E |
Though here and there I caught a thread | D |
Something at first about the lamps along the Seine | C |
And Paris with that witching card of Spring | F |
Kept up her sleeve why you could see | C |
The trick done on these freezing winter nights | G |
While half the kisses of the Quay | C |
Youth hope the whole enchanted string | F |
Of dreams hung on the Seine's long line of lights | G |
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Then suddenly she stripped the very skin | H |
Came off her soul a mere girl clings | I |
Longer to some last rag however thin | H |
When she has shown you well all sorts of things | I |
If it were daylight oh one keeps one's head | D |
But fourteen years No one has ever guessed | J |
The whole thing starts when one gets to bed | D |
Death If the dead would tell us they had rest | J |
But your eyes held it as I stood there by the door | A |
One speaks to Christ one tries to catch His garment's hem | K |
One hardly says as much to Him no more | A |
It was not you it was your eyes I spoke to them | K |
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She stopped like a shot bird that flutters still | L |
And drops and tries to run again and swerves | I |
The tale should end in some walled house upon a hill | L |
My eyes at least won't play such havoc there | M |
Or hers But she had hair blood dipped in gold | N |
And there she left me throwing back the first odd stare | M |
Some sort of beauty once but turning yellow getting old | N |
Pouah These women and their nerves | I |
God but the night is cold | N |
Charlotte Mary Mew
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