Mi Musa Triste Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCDDEDDDDC BFBCCD DFDE FBADDD A BEDDABDDDD GDDBED DFBH ICBDDD DD DDBJ KBDD FFDDDL

SpanishA
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Vagos preludios En la noche espl ndidaB
Su voz de perlas una fuente callaC
Cuelgan las brisas sus celestes pifanosD
En el follaje Las cabezas pardasD
De los b hos acechanE
Las flores se abren m s como asombradasD
Los cisnes de marfil tienden los cuellosD
En las lagunas p lidasD
Selene mira del azul Las frondasD
Tiemblan y todo hasta el silencio callaC
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Es que ella pasa con su boca tristeB
Y el gran misterio de sus ojos de mbarF
A trav s de la noche hacia el olvidoB
Como una estrella fugitiva y blancaC
Como una destronada reina ex ticaC
De bellos gestos y palabras rarasD
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Horizontes violados sus ojerasD
Dentro sus ojos dos estrellas de mbarF
Se abren cansados y h medos y tristesD
Como llagas de luz que quejaranE
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Es un dolor que vive y que no esperaF
Es una aurora gris que se levantaB
Del gran lecho de sombras de la nocheA
Cansada ya sin esplendor sin ansiasD
Y sus canciones son como hadas tristesD
Alhajadas de l grimasD
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EnglishA
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Murmuring preludes On this resplendent nightB
Her pearled voice quiets a fountainE
The breezes hang their celestial fifesD
In the foliage The gray headsD
Of the owls keep watchA
Flowers open themselves as if surprisedB
Ivory swans extend their necksD
In the pallid lakesD
Selene watches from the blue FrondsD
Tremble and everything Even the silence quietsD
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She wanders with her sad mouthG
And the grand mystery of amber eyesD
Across the night toward forgetfulnessD
Like a star fugitive and whiteB
Like a dethroned exotic queenE
With comely gestures and rare utteringsD
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Her undereyes are violated horizonsD
And her irises two stars of amberF
Open wet and weary and sadB
Like ulcers of light that weepH
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She is a grief which thrives and does not hopeI
She is a gray aurora risingC
From the shadowy bed of nightB
Exhausted without splendor without anxiousnessD
And her songs are like dolorous fairiesD
Jeweled in teardropsD
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The strings of lyresD
Are the souls' fibersD
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The blood of bitter vineyards noble vineyardsD
In goblets of regal beauty risesD
To her marble hands to lips carvedB
Like the blazon of a great lineageJ
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Strange Princes of Fantasy TheyK
Have seen her languid head once erectB
And heard her laugh for her eyesD
Tremble with the flower of aristocraciesD
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And her soul clean as fire like a starF
Burns in those pupils of amberF
But with a mere glance scarcely an intimacyD
Perhaps the echo of a profane voiceD
This white and pristine soul shrinksD
Like a luminous flower folding herself upL

Delmira Agustini



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