A Tree Telling Of Orpheus Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDCEFGCHIJKJJLMNON PQNNRSTUHVHCCWXYNZA2 CB2C2D2 CCE2NA2CF2NJCNCG2NNH 2I2CJ2 CNRK2L2HEM2N2

White dawn Stillness When the rippling beganA
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbs p nbsp nbsp nbsp I took it for sea wind coming to our valley with rumorsB
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nb sp nbsp nbsp nbsp of salt of treeless horizons But the white fogC
didn't stir the leaves of my brothers remained outstretchedD
unmovingC
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp n bsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nb sp Yet the rippling drew nearer and thenE
my own outermost branches began to tingle almost as ifF
fire had been lit below them too close and their twig tipsG
were drying and curlingC
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp n bsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nb sp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp Yet I was not afraid onlyH
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp deeply alertI
I was the first to see him for I grewJ
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp out on the pasture slope beyond the forestK
He was a man it seemed the twoJ
moving stems the short trunk the twoJ
arm branches flexible each with five leaflessL
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp n bsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nb sp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbs p nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp twigs at their endsM
and the head that's crowned by brown or golden grassN
bearing a face not like the beaked face of a birdO
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbs p nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp more like a flower'sN
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp n bsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp He carried a burden made ofP
some cut branch bent while it was greenQ
strands of a vine tight stretched across it From thisN
when he touched it and from his voiceN
which unlike the wind's voice had no need of ourR
leaves and branches to complete its soundS
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nb sp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbs p nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp came the rippleT
But it was now no longer a ripple he had come near andU
stopped in my first shadow it was a wave that bathed meH
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp n bsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp as if rainV
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp rose from below and around meH
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp n bsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp instead of fallingC
And what I felt was no longer a dry tinglingC
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp I seemed to be singing as he sang I seemed to knowW
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp what the lark knows all my sapX
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp n bsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp was mounting towards the sun that by nowY
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp n bsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp had risen the mist was rising the grassN
was drying yet my roots felt music moisten themZ
deep under earthA2
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nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp He came still closer leaned on my trunkC
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nb sp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbs p nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp the bark thrilled like a leaf still foldedB2
Music There was no twig of me notC2
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp n bsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp trembling with joy and fearD2
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Then as he sangC
it was no longer sounds only that made the musicC
he spoke and as no tree listens I listened and languageE2
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp n bsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp came into my rootsN
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbs p nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp out of the earthA2
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nb sp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbs p nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp into my barkC
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp out of the airF2
into the pores of my greenest shootsN
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nb sp nbsp nbsp nbsp gently as dewJ
and there was no word he sang but I knew its meaningC
He told me of journeysN
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp of where sun and moon go while we stand in darkC
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbs p nbsp nbsp nbsp of an earth journey he dreamed he would take some dayG2
deeper than rootsN
He told of the dreams of man wars passions griefsN
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp n bsp nbsp nbsp nbsp and I a tree understood words ah it seemedH2
my thick bark would split like a sapling's thatI2
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp grew too fast in the springC
when a late frost wounds itJ2
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nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp n bsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nb sp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbs p nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp Fire he sangC
that trees fear and I a tree rejoiced in its flamesN
New buds broke forth from me though it was full summerR
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp n bsp nbsp nbsp nbsp As though his lyre now I knew its nameK2
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbs p nbsp nbsp nbsp were both frost and fire its chords flamedL2
up to the crown of meH
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp I was seed againE
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nb sp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbs p nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp I was fern in the swampM2
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nb sp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbs p nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp I was coalN2

Denise Levertov



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