Craving For Spring Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDDEEFGDHF GGGG BGIB JKLMNOOGP BMGG BJG BBDQ GGG RSTMU RDTGVTWXGMY BGGMAGAAG GZDDGTDDDZGGA2DDAD B2WAA GDBGDDABGG DC2| I wish it were spring in the world | A |
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| Let it be spring | B |
| Come bubbling surging tide of sap | C |
| Come rush of creation | D |
| Come life surge through this mass of mortification | D |
| Come sweep away these exquisite ghastly first flowers | E |
| which are rather last flowers | E |
| Come thaw down their cool portentousness dissolve them | F |
| snowdrops straight death veined exhalations of white and purple crocuses | G |
| flowers of the penumbra issue of corruption nourished in mortification | D |
| jets of exquisite finality | H |
| Come spring make havoc of them | F |
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| I trample on the snowdrops it gives me pleasure to tread down the jonquils | G |
| to destroy the chill Lent lilies | G |
| for I am sick of them their faint bloodedness | G |
| slow blooded icy fleshed portentous | G |
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| I want the fine kindling wine sap of spring | B |
| gold and of inconceivably fine quintessential brightness | G |
| rare almost as beams yet overwhelmingly potent | I |
| strong like the greatest force of world balancing | B |
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| This is the same that picks up the harvest of wheat | J |
| and rocks it tons of grain on the ripening wind | K |
| the same that dangles the globe shaped pleiads of fruit | L |
| temptingly in mid air between a playful thumb and finger | M |
| oh and suddenly from out of nowhere whirls the pear bloom | N |
| upon us and apple and almond and apricot and quince blossom | O |
| storms and cumulus clouds of all imaginable blossom | O |
| about our bewildered faces | G |
| though we do not worship | P |
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| I wish it were spring | B |
| cunningly blowing on the fallen sparks odds and ends of the old scattered fire | M |
| and kindling shapely little conflagrations | G |
| curious long legged foals and wide eared calves and naked sparrow bubs | G |
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| I wish that spring | B |
| would start the thundering traffic of feet | J |
| new feet on the earth beating with impatience | G |
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| I wish it were spring thundering | B |
| delicate tender spring | B |
| I wish these brittle frost lovely flowers of passionate mysterious corruption | D |
| were not yet to come still more from the still flickering discontent | Q |
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| Oh in the spring the bluebell bows him down for very exuberance | G |
| exulting with secret warm excess | G |
| bowed down with his inner magnificence | G |
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| Oh yes the gush of spring is strong enough | R |
| to toss the globe of earth like a ball on a water jet | S |
| dancing sportfully | T |
| as you see a tiny celluloid ball tossing on a squirt of water | M |
| for men to shoot at penny a time in a booth at a fair | U |
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| The gush of spring is strong enough | R |
| to play with the globe of earth like a ball on a fountain | D |
| At the same time it opens the tiny hands of the hazel | T |
| with such infinite patience | G |
| The power of the rising golden all creative sap could take the earth | V |
| and heave it off among the stars into the invisible | T |
| the same sets the throstle at sunset on a bough | W |
| singing against the blackbird | X |
| comes out in the hesitating tremor of the primrose | G |
| and betrays its candour in the round white strawberry flower | M |
| is dignified in the foxglove like a Red Indian brave | Y |
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| Ah come come quickly spring | B |
| come and lift us towards our culmination we myriads | G |
| we who have never flowered like patient cactuses | G |
| Come and lift us to our end to blossom bring us to our summer | M |
| we who are winter weary in the winter of the of the world | A |
| Come making the chaffinch nests hollow and cosy | G |
| come and soften the willow buds till they are puffed and furred | A |
| then blow them over with gold | A |
| Coma and cajole the gawky colt s foot flowers | G |
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| Come quickly and vindicate us | G |
| against too much death | Z |
| Come quickly and stir the rotten globe of the world from within | D |
| burst it with germination with world anew | D |
| Come now to us your adherents who cannot flower from the ice | G |
| All the world gleams with the lilies of death the Unconquerable | T |
| but come give us our turn | D |
| Enough of the virgins and lilies of passionate suffocating perfume of corruption | D |
| no more narcissus perfume lily harlots the blades of sensation | D |
| piercing the flesh to blossom of death | Z |
| Have done have done with this shuddering delicious business | G |
| of thrilling ruin in the flesh of pungent passion of rare death edged ecstasy | G |
| Give us our turn give us a chance let our hour strike | A2 |
| O soon soon | D |
| Let the darkness turn violet with rich dawn | D |
| Let the darkness be warmed warmed through to a ruddy violet | A |
| incipient purpling towards summer in the world of the heart of man | D |
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| Are the violets already here | B2 |
| Show me I tremble so much to hear it that even now | W |
| on the threshold of spring I fear I shall die | A |
| Show me the violets that are out | A |
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| Oh if it be true and the living darkness of the blood of man is purpling with violets | G |
| if the violets are coming out from under the rack of men winter rotten and fallen | D |
| we shall have spring | B |
| Pray not to die on this Pisgah blossoming with violets | G |
| Pray to live through | D |
| If you catch a whiff of violets from the darkness of the shadow of man | D |
| it will be spring in the world | A |
| it will be spring in the world of the living | B |
| wonderment organising itself heralding itself with the violets | G |
| stirring of new seasons | G |
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| Ah do not let me die on the brink of such anticipation | D |
| Worse let me not deceive myself | C2 |
David Herbert Lawrence
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