Frost Flowers Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEF GG GHI JKLM N GF MOPPPQRSTS SRUSSVR SPWS| It is not long since here among all these folk | A |
| in London I should have held myself | B |
| of no account whatever | C |
| but should have stood aside and made them way | D |
| thinking that they perhaps | E |
| had more right than I for who was I | F |
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| Now I see them just the same and watch them | G |
| But of what account do I hold them | G |
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| Especially the young women I look at them | G |
| as they dart and flash | H |
| before the shops like wagtails on the edge of a pool | I |
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| If I pass them close or any man | J |
| like sharp slim wagtails they flash a little aside | K |
| pretending to avoid us yet all the time | L |
| calculating | M |
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| They think that we adore them alas would it were true | N |
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| Probably they think all men adore them | G |
| howsoever they pass by | F |
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| What is it that from their faces fresh as spring | M |
| such fair fresh alert first flower faces | O |
| like lavender crocuses snowdrops like Roman hyacinths | P |
| scyllas and yellow haired hellebore jonquils dim anemones | P |
| even the sulphur auriculas | P |
| flowers that come first from the darkness and feel cold to the touch | Q |
| flowers scentless or pungent ammoniacal almost | R |
| what is it that from the faces of the fair young women | S |
| comes like a pungent scent a vibration beneath | T |
| that startles me alarms me stirs up a repulsion | S |
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| They are the issue of acrid winter these first flower young women | S |
| their scent is lacerating and repellant | R |
| it smells of burning snow of hot ache | U |
| of earth winter pressed strangled in corruption | S |
| it is the scent of the fiery cold dregs of corruption | S |
| when destruction soaks through the mortified decomposing earth | V |
| and the last fires of dissolution burn in the bosom of the ground | R |
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| They are the flowers of ice vivid mortification | S |
| thaw cold ice corrupt blossoms | P |
| with a loveliness I loathe | W |
| for what kind of ice rotten hot aching heart must they need to root in | S |
D. H. Lawrence (david Herbert Richards)
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