How It Was Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B C D E F D G H I D H D J B K L| Stalking a deer I wandered deep into the mountains and from there I saw | A |
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| Or perhaps it was for some other reason that I rose above the setting sun | B |
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| Above the hills of blackwood and a slab of ocean and the steps of a glacier carmine colored in the dusk | C |
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| I saw absence the mighty power of counter fulfillment the penalty of a promise lost forever | D |
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| If in tepees of plywood tire shreds and grimy sheet iron ancient inhabitants of this land shook their rattles it was all in vain | E |
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| No eagle creator circled in the air from which the thunderbolt of its glory had been cast out | F |
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| Protective spirits hid themselves in subterranean beds of bubbling ore jolting the surface from time to time so that the fabric of freeways was bursting asunder | D |
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| God the Father didn t walk about any longer tending the new shoots of a cedar no longer did man hear his rushing spirit | G |
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| His son did not know his sonship and turned his eyes away when passing by a neon cross flat as a movie screen showing a striptease | H |
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| This time it was really the end of the Old and the New Testament | I |
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| No one implored everyone picked up a nodule of agate or diorite to whisper in loneliness I cannot live any longer | D |
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| Bearded messengers in bead necklaces founded clandestine communes in imperial cities and in ports overseas | H |
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| But none of them announced the birth of a child savior | D |
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| Soldiers from expeditions sent to punish nations would go disguised and masked to take part in forbidden rites not looking for any hope | J |
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| They inhaled smoke soothing all memory and rocking from side to side shared with each other a word of nameless union | B |
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| Carved in black wood the Wheel of Eternal Return stood before the tents of wandering monastic orders | K |
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| And those who longed for the Kingdom took refuge like me in the mountains to become the last heirs of a dishonored myth | L |
Czeslaw Milosz
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