Red Is The Color Of Blood Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABC DEFEGHI JKL DMNMOO PQR ASR HTGT SUVUWU XXYZY A2B2VB2C2D2D2 E2UB2E2B2 B2B2ZB2| Red is the color of blood and I will seek it | A |
| I have sought it in the grass | B |
| It is the color of steep sun seen through eyelids | C |
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| It is hidden under the suave flesh of women | D |
| Flows there quietly flows | E |
| It mounts from the heart to the temples the singing mouth | F |
| As cold sap climbs to the rose | E |
| I am confused in webs and knots of scarlet | G |
| Spun from the darkness | H |
| Or shuttled from the mouths of thirsty spiders | I |
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| Madness for red I devour the leaves of autumn | J |
| I tire of the green of the world | K |
| I am myself a mouth for blood | L |
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| Here in the golden haze of the late slant sun | D |
| Let us walk with the light in our eyes | M |
| To a single bench from the outset predetermined | N |
| Look there are seagulls in these city skies | M |
| Kindled against the blue | O |
| But I do not think of the seagulls I think of you | O |
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| Your eyes with the late sun in them | P |
| Are like blue pools dazzled with yellow petals | Q |
| This pale green suits them well | R |
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| Here is your finger with an emerald on it | A |
| The one I gave you I say these things politely | S |
| But what I think beneath them who can tell | R |
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| For I think of you crumpled against a whiteness | H |
| Flayed and torn with a dulled face | T |
| I think of you writing a thing of scarlet | G |
| And myself rising red from that embrace | T |
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| November sun is sunlight poured through honey | S |
| Old things in such a light grow subtle and fine | U |
| Bare oaks are like still fire | V |
| Talk to me now we drink the evening's wine | U |
| Look how our shadows creep along the grave | W |
| And this way how the gravel begins to shine | U |
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| This is the time of day for recollections | X |
| For sentimental regrets oblique allusions | X |
| Rose leaves shrivelled in a musty jar | Y |
| Scatter them to the wind There are tempests coming | Z |
| It is dark with a windy star | Y |
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| If human mouths were really roses my dear | A2 |
| Why must we link things so | B2 |
| I would tear yours petal by petal with slow murder | V |
| I would pluck the stamens the pistils | B2 |
| The gold and the green | C2 |
| Spreading the subtle sweetness that was your breath | D2 |
| On a cold wave of death | D2 |
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| Now let us walk back slowly as we came | E2 |
| We will light the room with candles they may shine | U |
| Like rows of yellow eyes | B2 |
| Your hair is like spun fire by candle flame | E2 |
| You smile at me say nothing You are wise | B2 |
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| For I think of you flung down brutal darkness | B2 |
| Crushed and red with pale face | B2 |
| I think of you with your hair disordered and dripping | Z |
| And myself rising red from that embrace | B2 |
Conrad Potter Aiken
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