Intime Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AA ABBCCDDEFFGGHHIIEEEJ KKKKK KALALIMIM AAAAANOOAPQ RRSSReturning I find her just the same | A |
At just the same old delicate game | A |
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Still she says Nay loose no flame | A |
To lick me up and do me harm | B |
Be all yourself for oh the charm | B |
Of your heart of fire in which I look | C |
Oh better there than in any book | C |
Glow and enact the dramas and dreams | D |
I love for ever there it seems | D |
You are lovelier than life itself till desire | E |
Comes licking through the bars of your lips | F |
And over my face the stray fire slips | F |
Leaving a burn and an ugly smart | G |
That will have the oil of illusion Oh heart | G |
Of fire and beauty loose no more | H |
Your reptile flames of lust ah store | H |
Your passion in the basket of your soul | I |
Be all yourself one bonny burning coal | I |
That stays with steady joy of its own fire | E |
But do not seek to take me by desire | E |
Oh do not seek to thrust on me your fire | E |
For in the firing all my porcelain | J |
Of flesh does crackle and shiver and break in pain | K |
My ivory and marble black with stain | K |
My veil of sensitive mystery rent in twain | K |
My altars sullied I bereft remain | K |
A priestess execrable taken in vain | K |
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So the refrain | K |
Sings itself over and so the game | A |
Re starts itself wherein I am kept | L |
Like a glowing brazier faintly blue of flame | A |
So that the delicate love adept | L |
Can warm her hands and invite her soul | I |
Sprinkling incense and salt of words | M |
And kisses pale and sipping the toll | I |
Of incense smoke that rises like birds | M |
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Yet I've forgotten in playing this game | A |
Things I have known that shall have no name | A |
Forgetting the place from which I came | A |
I watch her ward away the flame | A |
Yet warm herself at the fire then blame | A |
Me that I flicker in the basket | N |
Me that I glow not with content | O |
To have my substance so subtly spent | O |
Me that I interrupt her game | A |
I ought to be proud that she should ask it | P |
Of me to be her fire opal | Q |
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It is well | R |
Since I am here for so short a spell | R |
Not to interrupt her Why should I | S |
Break in by making any reply | S |
D. H. Lawrence
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