Dreams Nascent Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFG HIJHH KLCM NIOC LPQLR NCHS TCMTGMUMT

My world is a painted fresco where coloured shapesA
Of old ineffectual lives linger blurred and warmB
An endless tapestry the past has women drapesA
The halls of my life compelling my soul to conformB
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The surface of dreams is brokenC
The picture of the past is shaken and scatteredD
Fluent active figures of men pass along the railway and I am wokenC
From the dreams that the distance flatteredD
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Along the railway active figures of menE
They have a secret that stirs in their limbs as they moveF
Out of the distance nearer commanding my dreamy worldG
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Here in the subtle rounded fleshH
Beats the active ecstasyI
In the sudden lifting my eyes it is clearerJ
The fascination of the quick restless Creator moving through the meshH
Of men vibrating in ecstasy through the rounded fleshH
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Oh my boys bending over your booksK
In you is trembling and fusingL
The creation of a new patterned dream dream of a generationC
And I watch to see the Creator the power that patterns the dreamM
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The old dreams are beautiful beloved soft toned and sureN
But the dream stuff is molten and moving mysteriouslyI
Alluring my eyes for I am I not also dream stuffO
Am I not quickening diffusing myself in the pattern shaping and shapenC
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Here in my class is the answer for the great yearningL
Eyes where I can watch the swim of old dreams reflected on the molten metal of dreamsP
Watch the stir which is rhythmic and moves them all as a heart beat moves the bloodQ
Here in the swelling flesh the great activity workingL
Visible there in the change of eyes and the mobile featuresR
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Oh the great mystery and fascination of the unseen ShaperN
The power of the melting fusing Force heat light all in oneC
Everything great and mysterious in one swelling and shaping the dream in the fleshH
As it swells and shapes a bud into blossomS
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Oh the terrible ecstasy of the consciousness that I am lifeT
Oh the miracle of the whole the widespread labouring concentrationC
Swelling mankind like one bud to bring forth the fruit of a dreamM
Oh the terror of lifting the innermost I out of the sweep of the impulse of lifeT
And watching the great Thing labouring through the whole round flesh of the worldG
And striving to catch a glimpse of the shape of the coming dreamM
As it quickens within the labouring white hot metalU
Catch the scent and the colour of the coming dreamM
Then to fall back exhausted into the unconscious molten lifeT

David Herbert Lawrence



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