How To Accompany The Moon Without Walking Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAA BCD EEE AAA AAA DDD FFF GGG GGG HAA AAA III| Harsh harsh the maram grass on the salt dune | A |
| seen by the cricket s eye against the harbor moon | A |
| anchor frost and seaward the lighthouse moon | A |
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| the bellbuoy beating moon the tiderip bronze | B |
| ringing above deep channels and old bones | C |
| the hawsehole moon where blood and money runs | D |
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| foremast and mainmast moon up harbor still | E |
| island and smokestack moon and the wind spill | E |
| falling from the sail throat for the moon to fill | E |
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| up harbor the old wharf moon the capstan moon | A |
| and round it the capstan bars the heeling tune | A |
| India Wharf we'll bring you to Rio soon | A |
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| the shipyard moon the grain elevator moon | A |
| derrick and gantry and the turbine croon | A |
| sweet under seafoam as a bird in June | A |
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| red warehouse moon yacht basin moon where spars | D |
| tangle and telegraph with stays and stars | D |
| hi ho the queen of accordions and guitars | D |
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| ship chandler moon sea boots and Wharf Street shine | F |
| the ropewalk moon that spins in turpentine | F |
| sail loft invaded with a pour of silver twine | F |
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| and high up spinning skyscraper tipped on purple | G |
| skyscraper moon and high for the stare of people | G |
| skysign and belltower moon moon for the steeple | G |
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| bells breaking bronze gold down the scattered tinkle | G |
| silver bell moon cornice and rooftop twinkle | G |
| Christmas and graveyard moon the tinsel sprinkle | G |
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| and dead the stockyard moon where blood drips down | H |
| dead longhorn and mute snout the barrelhouse moon | A |
| moonmusic doubling rigadoon jigadoon | A |
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| so down and down who will be darkened soon | A |
| red and green lights the pallid airport moon | A |
| ah on the flying field the captive balloon | A |
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| and cold for the rim of night the earth s black arc | I |
| swings up blots out the stars to the last spark | I |
| while underworld the moon drowns dead and dark | I |
Conrad Potter Aiken
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