Mating Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBA BDBDB EFEFE FFFBF BGBGB HBHBH BFBFB BIBIB BJBJBRound clouds roll in the arms of the wind | A |
The round earth rolls in a clasp of blue sky | B |
And see where the budding hazels are thinned | C |
The wild anemones lie | B |
In undulating shivers beneath the wind | A |
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Over the blue of the waters ply | B |
White ducks a living flotilla of cloud | D |
And look you floating just thereby | B |
The blue gleamed drake stems proud | D |
Like Abraham whose seed should multiply | B |
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In the lustrous gleam of the water there | E |
Scramble seven toads across the silk obscure leaves | F |
Seven toads that meet in the dusk to share | E |
The darkness that interweaves | F |
The sky and earth and water and live things everywhere | E |
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Look now through the woods where the beech green spurts | F |
Like a storm of emerald snow look see | F |
A great bay stallion dances skirts | F |
The bushes sumptuously | B |
Going outward now in the spring to his brief deserts | F |
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Ah love with your rich warm face aglow | B |
What sudden expectation opens you | G |
So wide as you watch the catkins blow | B |
Their dust from the birch on the blue | G |
Lift of the pulsing wind ah tell me you know | B |
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Ah surely Ah sure from the golden sun | H |
A quickening masculine gleam floats in to all | B |
Us creatures people and flowers undone | H |
Lying open under his thrall | B |
As he begets the year in us What then would you shun | H |
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Why I should think that from the earth there fly | B |
Fine thrills to the neighbour stars fine yellow beams | F |
Thrown lustily off from our full blown high | B |
Bursting globe of dreams | F |
To quicken the spheres that are virgin still in the sky | B |
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Do you not hear each morsel thrill | B |
With joy at travelling to plant itself within | I |
The expectant one therein to instil | B |
New rapture new shape to win | I |
From the thick of life wake up another will | B |
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Surely and if that I would spill | B |
The vivid ah the fiery surplus of life | J |
From off my brimming measure to fill | B |
You and flush you rife | J |
With increase do you call it evil and always evil | B |
D. H. Lawrence (david Herbert Richards)
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