Campo Di Fiori Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDDEDF GHIJKLDD AMNOPQNR NSMGTDNU VDWDXYYK ANHNDZTA2 CEDGB2C2D2I AE2F2G2H2C2AI2In Rome on the Campo di Fiori | A |
Baskets of olives and lemons | B |
Cobbles spattered with wine | C |
And the wreckage of flowers | D |
Vendors cover the trestles | D |
With rose pink fish | E |
Armfuls of dark grapes | D |
Heaped on peach down | F |
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On this same square | G |
They burned Giordano Bruno | H |
Henchmen kindled the pyre | I |
Close pressed by the mob | J |
Before the flames had died | K |
The taverns were full again | L |
Baskets of olives and lemons | D |
Again on the vendors' shoulders | D |
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I thought of the Campo dei Fiori | A |
In Warsaw by the sky carousel | M |
One clear spring evening | N |
To the strains of a carnival tune | O |
The bright melody drowned | P |
The salvos from the ghetto wall | Q |
And couples were flying | N |
High in the cloudless sky | R |
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At times wind from the burning | N |
Would driff dark kites along | S |
And riders on the carousel | M |
Caught petals in midair | G |
That same hot wind | T |
Blew open the skirts of the girls | D |
And the crowds were laughing | N |
On that beautiful Warsaw Sunday | U |
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Someone will read as moral | V |
That the people of Rome or Warsaw | D |
Haggle laugh make love | W |
As they pass by martyrs' pyres | D |
Someone else will read | X |
Of the passing of things human | Y |
Of the oblivion | Y |
Born before the flames have died | K |
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But that day I thought only | A |
Of the loneliness of the dying | N |
Of how when Giordano | H |
Climbed to his burning | N |
There were no words | D |
In any human tongue | Z |
To be left for mankind | T |
Mankind who live on | A2 |
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Already they were back at their wine | C |
Or peddled their white starfish | E |
Baskets of olives and lemons | D |
They had shouldered to the fair | G |
And he already distanced | B2 |
As if centuries had passed | C2 |
While they paused just a moment | D2 |
For his flying in the fire | I |
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Those dying here the lonely | A |
Forgotten by the world | E2 |
Our tongue becomes for them | F2 |
The language of an ancient planet | G2 |
Until when all is legend | H2 |
And many years have passed | C2 |
On a great Campo di Fiori | A |
Rage will kindle at a poet's word | I2 |
Czeslaw Milosz
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