New York Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBACDCD EEFGHHIGJK LLMKMNOAPOA QRBSTUPVPWOD| She is hot to the sea that crouches beside | A |
| Human and hot to the cool stars peering down | B |
| My passionate city my quivering town | B |
| And her dark blood tide upon purple tide | A |
| With throbs as of thunder beats | C |
| With leaping rhythms and vast is swirled | D |
| Through the shaken lengths of her veined streets | C |
| She pulses the heart of a world | D |
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| I have thrilled with her ecstasy agony woe | E |
| Hath she a mood that I do not know | E |
| The winds of her music tumultuous have seized | F |
| me and swayed me | G |
| Have lifted have swung me around | H |
| In their whorls as of cyclonic sound | H |
| Her passions have torn me and tossed me and | I |
| brayed me | G |
| Drunken and tranced and dazzled with visions | J |
| and gleams | K |
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| I have spun with her dervish priests | L |
| I have searched to the souls of her hunted beasts | L |
| And found love sleeping there | M |
| I have soared on the wings of her flashing dreams | K |
| I have sunk with her dull despair | M |
| I have sweat with her travails and cursed with | N |
| her pains | O |
| I have swelled with her foolish pride | A |
| I have raged through a thick red mist at one | P |
| with her branded Cains | O |
| With her broken Christs have died | A |
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| O beautiful half god city of visions and love | Q |
| O hideous half brute city of hate | R |
| O wholly human and baffled and passionate town | B |
| The throes of thy burgeoning stress of thy fight | S |
| Thy bitter blind struggle to gain for thy body a | T |
| soul | U |
| I have known I have felt and been shaken | P |
| thereby | V |
| Wakened and shaken and broken | P |
| For I hear in thy thunders terrific that throb | W |
| through thy rapid veins | O |
| The beat of the heart of a world | D |
Don Marquis
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