From: Time In The Rock Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJK LMNOPQRS TUVWXYZA2 LB2C2D2E2F2G2H2I2HHJ 2K2L2M2N2HG2D2SO2P2C Q2 D2R2A2S2T2U2JV2F2D2W 2X2D2Y2Y2Z2A2A3D2F2C F2B3C3S2 SD2F2K2A2II2X2B3D3D2 CE3 S2F3PD2W2S2 ACG3D2S2AD2ANH3I3J3C J3F2D2PD2K3AD2F2L3XXIV | A |
If one voice not another must speak first | B |
out of the silence the stillness the preceding | C |
speaking clearly speaking slowly measuring calmly | D |
the heavy syllables of doubt or of despair | E |
speaking passionately speaking bitterly hunger or hope | F |
ordering the words that are like sounds of flame | G |
if one speaks first before that other or the third | H |
out of the silence bringing the dark message | I |
the grave and great acceptance of the rock | J |
the huge world held in the huge hand of faith | K |
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and if it says I hold the world like this | L |
here in the light amid these crumbling walls | M |
here in the half light the deceptive moment | N |
here in the darkness like a candle lifted | O |
take it relieve me of it bear it away | P |
have it now and forever for your own | Q |
this that was mine this that my voice made mine | R |
this that my word has shaped for you | S |
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if this voice speaks before us speaks before | T |
ourselves can speak challenging thus the dark | U |
waking the sleeping watcher from his sleep | V |
altering the dreamer s dream while still he dreams | W |
so that on waking ah what despair he knows | X |
to learn that while he slept the world was made | Y |
made by that voice and himself made no less | Z |
and now inalterably curved forever | A2 |
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yes if to wake to cease to dream be this | L |
to face a self made ready while we slept | B2 |
shaped in the world s shape by the single voice | C2 |
if thus we wake too late and find ourselves | D2 |
already weeping already upon the road | E2 |
that climbs past shame and pain to crucifixion | F2 |
seeing at once with eyes just opened the world | G2 |
vast bright and cruciform on which so soon | H2 |
ascending we must die | I2 |
and to look backward | H |
but know no turning back to go forward | H |
even as we turn our faces to the past | J2 |
still gazing downward from the hill we climb | K2 |
searching the dark for that strange dream we had | L2 |
which the voice altered and broke | M2 |
ah can it comfort us | N2 |
us helpless us thus shaped by a word | H |
sleepwalking shadows in the voice shaped world | G2 |
ah can it comfort us that we ourselves | D2 |
will bear the word with us we too we too | S |
to speak again again again again | O2 |
ourselves the voice for those not yet awakened | P2 |
altering the dreams of those who dream and shaping | C |
while still they sleep their inescapable pain | Q2 |
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LX | D2 |
The chairback will cast a shadow on the white wall | R2 |
you can observe its shape the square of paper | A2 |
will receive and record the impulse of the pencil | S2 |
and keep it too till time rubs it out | T2 |
the seed will arrange as suits it the shape of the earth | U2 |
to right or left thrusting and the old clock | J |
goes fast or slow as it rusts or is oiled | V2 |
These things or others for your consideration | F2 |
these changes or others these records | D2 |
or others less permanent Come if you will | W2 |
to the sea s edge the beach of hard sand | X2 |
notice how the wave designs itself in quick bubbles | D2 |
the wave s ghost etched in bubbles and then gone | Y2 |
froth of a suggestion and then gone | Y2 |
Notice too the path of the wind in a field of wheat | Z2 |
the motion indicated Notice in a mirror | A2 |
how the lips smile so little and for so little while | A3 |
Notice how little and how seldom you notice | D2 |
the movement of the eyes in your own face reflection | F2 |
of a moment s reflection What were you thinking | C |
to deliver to the glass this instant of change what margin | F2 |
belonged only to the expectation of echo | B3 |
and was calculated perhaps to that end what was left | C3 |
essential or immortal | S2 |
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Your hand too | S |
gloved perhaps encased but none the less | D2 |
already bone already a skeleton | F2 |
sharp as a fingerpost that points to time | K2 |
what record does it leave and where what paper | A2 |
does it inscribe with an immortal message | I |
where and with what permanence does it say I | I2 |
Perhaps giving itself to the lover s hand | X2 |
or in a farewell or in a blow | B3 |
or in a theft which will pay interest | D3 |
Perhaps in your own pocket jingling coins | D2 |
or against a woman s breast Perhaps holding | C |
the pencil dictated by another s thought | E3 |
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These things do not perplex these things are simple | S2 |
but what of the heart that wishes to survive change | F3 |
and cannot its love lost in confusions and dismay | P |
what of the thought dispersed in its own algebras | D2 |
hypothesis proved fallacy what of the will | W2 |
which finds its aim unworthy Are these too simple | S2 |
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LXVII | A |
Walk man on the stage of your own imagining | C |
peel an orange or dust your shoe take from your pocket | G3 |
the soiled handkerchief and blow your nose | D2 |
as if it were indeed necessary to be natural | S2 |
and speak too if an idea should recommend itself | A |
speak to the large bright imaginary audience | D2 |
that flattering multiplication of yourself | A |
so handsomely deployed and so expectant | N |
tell them between flingings of orange peel | H3 |
or such other necessary details of your r le | I3 |
precisely what they are or what you are | J3 |
since lamentably they are so much the same thing | C |
Decrepit inheritor of the initial star | J3 |
do you yourself sometimes imagine | F2 |
or even perhaps say to that peculiar audience | D2 |
something of this as that yourself and they | P |
comprise one statement supercilious | D2 |
the actor may be often is to those who hear him | K3 |
but to be supercilious to one s self | A |
even in one s dramatic moments marvellous | D2 |
decay of what in God s first declaration | F2 |
might have been good | L3 |
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