Malade Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFG HIJEKG GGLEM

The sick grapes on the chair by the bed lie prone at the windowA
The tassel of the blind swings gently tapping the paneB
As a little wind comes inC
The room is the hollow rind of a fruit a gourdD
Scooped out and dry where a spiderE
Folded in its legs as in a bedF
Lies on the dust watching where is nothing to see but twilight and wallsG
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And if the day outside were mine What is the dayH
But a grey cave with great grey spider cloths hangingI
Low from the roof and the wet dust falling softly from themJ
Over the wet dark rocks the houses and overE
The spiders with white faces that scuttle on the floor of the caveK
I am choking with creeping grey confinednessG
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But somewhere birds beside a lake of light spread wingsG
Larger than the largest fans and rise in a stream upwardsG
And upwards on the sunlight that rains invisibleL
So that the birds are like one wafted featherE
Small and ecstatic suspended over a vast spread countryM

David Herbert Lawrence



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