Chiarascuro: Rose Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEF ACCAGA AHCICJK ACALGA ACMNOPG AAQRA| He | A |
| Fill your bowl with roses the bowl too have of crystal | B |
| Sit at the western window Take the sun | C |
| Between your hands like a ball of flaming crystal | B |
| Poise it to let it fall but hold it still | D |
| And meditate on the beauty of your existence | E |
| The beauty of this that you exist at all | F |
| - | |
| She | A |
| The sun goes down but without lamentation | C |
| I close my eyes and the stream of my sensation | C |
| In this at least grows clear to me | A |
| Beauty is a word that has no meaning | G |
| Beauty is naught to me | A |
| - | |
| He | A |
| The last blurred raindrops fall from the half clear sky | H |
| Eddying lightly rose tinged in the windless wake of the sun | C |
| The swallow ascending against cold waves of cloud | I |
| Seems winging upward over huge bleak stairs of stone | C |
| The raindrop finds its way to the heart of the leaf bud | J |
| But no word finds its way to the heart of you | K |
| - | |
| She | A |
| This also is clear in the stream of my sensation | C |
| That I am content for the moment Let me be | A |
| How light the new grass looks with the rain dust on it | L |
| But heart is a word that has no meaning | G |
| Heart means nothing to me | A |
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| He | A |
| To the end of the world I pass and back again | C |
| In flights of the mind yet always find you here | M |
| Remote pale unattached O Circe too clear eyed | N |
| Watching amused your fawning tiger thoughts | O |
| Your wolves your grotesque apes relent relent | P |
| Be less wary for once it is the evening | G |
| - | |
| She | A |
| But if I close my eyes what howlings greet me | A |
| Do not persuade Be tranquil Here is flesh | Q |
| With all its demons Take it sate yourself | R |
| But leave my thoughts to me | A |
Conrad Potter Aiken
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