A Letter From Li Po Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRCC SSTUVPWXYZA2HB2 YB2C2C2D2YE2F2G2H2I2 YJ2K2L2M2N2YO2YYP2Q2 OR2B2YYS2YS2 T2U2S2S2N2V2H2OOZZW2 X2Y F2R2 Y2ZYZ2YEEEA3A3 E B3T2T2YYYN2N2F2CR2R2 YYC3C3 R2R2R2N2N2YYHF2S2S2D 3YD3 E E3F3AF2F2H2R2F2Z2EG3 R2R2D2 YYYYH3H3YC2YYYYY C2C2C2C2N2C2YH2R2V2A W2A F2ZN2H2AI3J3H2 R2 EEVVYZZ H2Fanfare of northwest wind a bluejay wind | A |
announces autumn and the equinox | B |
rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon | C |
Somewhere beyond the Gorge Li Po is gone | D |
looking for friendship or an old love's sleeve | E |
or writing letters to his children lost | F |
and to his children's children and to us | G |
What was his light of lamp or moon or sun | H |
Say that it changed for better or for worse | I |
sifted by leaves sifted by snow on mulberry silk | J |
a slant of witch light on the pure text | K |
a slant of genius emptying mind and heart | L |
for winecups and more winecups and more words | M |
What was his time Say that it was a change | N |
but constant as a changing thing may be | O |
from chicory's moon dark blue down the taut scale | P |
to chicory's tenderest pink in a pink field | Q |
such as imagination dreams of thought | R |
But of the heart beneath the winecup moon | C |
the tears that fell beneath the winecup moon | C |
for children lost lost lovers and lost friends | S |
what can we say but that it never ends | S |
Even for us it never ends only begins | T |
Yet to spell down the poem on her page | U |
margining her phrases parsing forth | V |
the sevenfold prism of meaning up the scale | P |
from chicory pink to blue is to assume | W |
Li Po himself as he before assumed | X |
the poets and the sages who were his | Y |
Like him we too have eaten of the word | Z |
with him are somewhere lost beyond the Gorge | A2 |
and write in rain a letter to lost children | H |
a letter long as time and brief as love | B2 |
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II | - |
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And yet not love not only love Not caritas | Y |
or only that Nor the pink chicory love | B2 |
deep as it may be even to moon dark blue | C2 |
in which the dragon of his meaning flew | C2 |
for friends or children lost or even | D2 |
for the beloved horse for Li Po's horse | Y |
not these in the self's circle so embraced | E2 |
too near too dear for pure assessment no | F2 |
a letter crammed and creviced crannied full | G2 |
storied and stored as the ripe honeycomb | H2 |
with other faith than this As of sole pride | I2 |
and holy loneliness the intrinsic face | Y |
worn by the always changing shape between | J2 |
end and beginning birth and death | K2 |
How moves that line of daring on the map | L2 |
Where was it yesterday or where this morning | M2 |
when thunder struck at seven and in the bay | N2 |
the meteor made its dive and shed its wings | Y |
and with them one more Icarus Where struck | O2 |
that lightning stroke which in your sleep you saw | Y |
wrinkling across the eyelid Somewhere else | Y |
But somewhere else is always here and now | P2 |
Each moment crawls that lightning on your eyelid | Q2 |
each moment you must die It was a tree | O |
that this time died for you it was a rock | R2 |
and with it all its local web of love | B2 |
a chimney spilling down historic bricks | Y |
perhaps a skyful of Ben Franklin's kites | Y |
And with them us For we must hear and bear | S2 |
the news from everywhere the hourly news | Y |
infinitesimal or vast from everywhere | S2 |
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III | - |
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Sole pride and loneliness it is the state | T2 |
the kingdom rather of all things we hear | U2 |
news of the heart in weather of the Bear | S2 |
slide down the rungs of Cassiopeia's Chair | S2 |
still on the nursery floor the Milky Way | N2 |
and if we question one must question all | V2 |
What is this man' How far from him is me' | H2 |
Who in this conch shell locked the sound of sea | O |
We are the tree yet sit beneath the tree | O |
among the leaves we are the hidden bird | Z |
we are the singer and are what is heard | Z |
What is this world' Not Li Po's Gorge alone | W2 |
and yet this too might be The wind was high | X2 |
north of the White King City by the fields | Y |
of whistling barley under cuckoo sky ' | - |
where as the silkworm drew her silk Li Po | F2 |
spun out his thoughts of us Endless as silk' | R2 |
he said these poems for lost loves and us ' | - |
and for the peachtree blooming in the ditch ' | - |
Here is the divine loneliness in which | Y2 |
we greet only to doubt a voice a word | Z |
the smoke of a sweetfern after frost a face | Y |
touched and loved but still unknown and then | Z2 |
a body still mysterious in embrace | Y |
Taste lost as touch is lost only to leave | E |
dust on the doorsill or an ink stained sleeve | E |
and yet for the inadmissible to grieve | E |
Of leaf and love at last only to doubt | A3 |
from world within or world without kept out | A3 |
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IV | E |
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Caucus of robins on an alien shore | B3 |
as of the Ho Ho birds at Jewel Gate | T2 |
southward bound and who knows where and never late | T2 |
or lost in a roar at sea Rovers of chaos | Y |
each one the Rover of Chao ' whose slight bones | Y |
shall put to shame the swords We fly with these | Y |
have always flown and they | N2 |
stay with us here stand still and stay | N2 |
while exiled in the Land of Pa Li Po | F2 |
still at the Wine Spring stoops to drink the moon | C |
And northward now for fall gives way to spring | R2 |
from Sandy Hook and Kitty Hawk they wing | R2 |
and he remembers with the pipes and flutes | Y |
drunk with joy bewildered by the chance | Y |
that brought a friend and friendship how in vain | C3 |
he strove to speak and in long sentences ' his pain | C3 |
Exiled are we Were exiles born The far away ' | - |
language of desert language of ocean language of sky | R2 |
as of the unfathomable worlds that lie | R2 |
between the apple and the eye | R2 |
these are the only words we learn to say | N2 |
Each morning we devour the unknown Each day | N2 |
we find and take and spill or spend or lose | Y |
a sunflower splendor of which none knows the source | Y |
This cornucopia of air This very heaven | H |
of simple day We do not know can never know | F2 |
the alphabet to find us entrance there | S2 |
So in the street we stand and stare | S2 |
to greet a friend and shake his hand | D3 |
yet know him beyond knowledge like ourselves | Y |
ocean unknowable by unknowable sand | D3 |
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V | E |
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The locust tree spills sequins of pale gold | E3 |
in spiral nebulae borne on the Invisible | F3 |
earthward and deathward but in change to find | A |
the cycles to new birth new life Li Po | F2 |
allowed his autumn thoughts like these to flow | F2 |
and from the Gorge sends word of Chouang's dream | H2 |
Did Chouang dream he was a butterfly | R2 |
Or did the butterfly dream Chouang If so | F2 |
why then all things can change and change again | Z2 |
the sea to brook the brook to sea and we | E |
from man to butterfly and back to man | G3 |
This 'I ' this moving I ' this focal I ' | - |
which changes when it dreams the butterfly | R2 |
into the thing it dreams of liquid eye | R2 |
in which the thing takes shape but from within | D2 |
as well as from without this liquid I' | - |
how many guises and disguises this | Y |
nimblest of actors takes how many names | Y |
puts on and off the costumes worn but once | Y |
the player queen the lover or the dunce | Y |
hero or poet father or friend | H3 |
suiting the eloquence to the moment's end | H3 |
childlike or bestial the language of the kiss | Y |
sensual or simple and the gestures too | C2 |
as slight as that with which an empire falls | Y |
or a great love's abjured these feignings sleights | Y |
savants or saints or fly by nights | Y |
the novice in her cell or wearing tights | Y |
on the high wire above a hell of lights | Y |
what's true in these or false which is the I' | - |
of 'I's' Is it the master of the cadence who | C2 |
transforms all things to a hoop of flame where through | C2 |
tigers of meaning leap And are these true | C2 |
the language never old and never new | C2 |
such as the world wears on its wedding day | N2 |
the something borrowed with something chicory blue | C2 |
In every part we play we play ourselves | Y |
even the secret doubt to which we come | H2 |
beneath the changing shapes of self and thing | R2 |
yes even this at last if we should call | V2 |
and dare to name it we would find | A |
the only voice that answers is our own | W2 |
We are once more defrauded by the mind | A |
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Defrauded No It is the alchemy by which we grow | F2 |
It is the self becoming word the word | Z |
becoming world And with each part we play | N2 |
we add to cosmic Sum and cosmic sum | H2 |
Who knows but one day we shall find | A |
hidden in the prism at the rainbow's foot | I3 |
the square root of the eccentric absolute | J3 |
and the concentric absolute to come | H2 |
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VI | R2 |
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The thousand eyes the Argus I's' of love | E |
of these it was in verse that Li Po wove | E |
the magic cloak for his last going forth | V |
into the Gorge for his adventure north | V |
What is not seen or said The cloak of words | Y |
loves all says all sends back the word | Z |
whether from Green Spring and the yellow bird | Z |
'that sings unceasing on the banks of Kiang ' | - |
or 'from | H2 |
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