Goya Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFF GHIH JKLK FMFN OFFF PQRQ STUT FOFO JVWV FXVY JZA2Z| Goya drew a pig on a wall | A |
| The five year old hairdresser s son | B |
| Saw graved on a silver tray | C |
| The lion and sunsets were begun | B |
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| Goya smelt the bull fight blood | D |
| The pupil of the Carmelite | E |
| Gave his hands to a goldsmith learned | F |
| To gild an aureole aright | F |
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| Goya saw the Puzzel s eyes | G |
| Sang in the street with a guitar | H |
| And climbed the balcony but Keats | I |
| Under the halyards wrote Bright star | H |
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| Goya saw the Great Slut pick | J |
| The chirping human puppets up | K |
| And laugh with pendulous mountain lip | L |
| And drown them in a coffee cup | K |
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| Or squeeze their little juices out | F |
| In arid hands insensitive | M |
| To make them gibber Goya went | F |
| Among the catacombs to live | N |
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| He saw gross Ronyons of the air | O |
| Harelipped and goitered raped in flight | F |
| By hairless pimps umbrella winged | F |
| Tumult above Madrid at night | F |
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| He heard the seconds in his clock | P |
| Crack like seeds divulge and pour | Q |
| Abysmal filth of Nothingness | R |
| Between the pendulum and the floor | Q |
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| Torrents of dead veins rotted cells | S |
| Tonsils decayed and fingernails | T |
| Dead hair dead fur dead claws dead skin | U |
| Nostrils and lids and cauls and veils | T |
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| And eyes that still in death remained | F |
| Unlidded and unlashed aware | O |
| Of the foul core and fouler yet | F |
| The region worm that ravins there | O |
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| Stench flowed out of the second s tick | J |
| And Goya swam with it through Space | V |
| Sweating the fetor from his limbs | W |
| And stared upon the unfeatured face | V |
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| That did not see and sheltered naught | F |
| But was and is The second gone | X |
| Goya returned and drew the face | V |
| And scrawled beneath it This I have known | Y |
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| And drew four slatterns in an attic | J |
| Heavy with heads on arms asleep | Z |
| And underscribed it Let them slumber | A2 |
| Who if they woke could only weep | Z |
Conrad Potter Aiken
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