Selves Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFE GBGB HGIG DGJG KLML NOPO QRDS TUGV

My dust in ruined BabylonA
Is blown along the level plainB
And songs of mine at dawn have soaredC
Above the blue Sicilian mainB
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We are ourselves and not ourselvesD
For ever thwarting pride and willE
Some forebear's passion leaps from deathF
To claim a vital license stillE
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Ancestral lusts that slew and diedG
Resurgent swell each living veinB
Old doubts and faiths new panopliedG
Dispute the mastery of the brainB
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The love of liberty that flamesH
From written rune and stricken reedG
Shook the hot hearts of swordsmen siresI
At Marathon and RunnymedeG
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What are these things we call our selvesD
Have I not shouted sobbed and diedG
In the bright surf of spears that brokeJ
Where Greece rolled back the Persian tideG
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Are we who breathe more quick than theyK
Whose bones are dust within the tombL
Nay as I write what gray old ghostsM
Murmur and mock me from the gloomL
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They call across strange seas they callN
Strange seas and haunted coasts of timeO
They startle me with wordless songsP
To which the Sphinx hath known the rhymeO
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Our hearts swell big with dead men's hatesQ
Our eyes sting hot with dead men's tearsR
We are ourselves but not ourselvesD
Born heirs but serfs to all the yearsS
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I rode with Nimrod strove at TroyT
A slave I stood in Crowning TyreU
A queen looked on me and I lovedG
And died to compass my desireV

Don Marquis



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