The Awakening Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis


The steam the reek the fume of prayerA
Blown outward for a million yearsB
Becomes a mist between the spheresB
And waking Sentience struggles thereA
Prayer still creates the boon we prayC
And gods we've hoped for from those hopesD
Will gain sufficient form one dayC
And in full godhood storm the slopesD
Where ancient Chaos stark and grayC
Already trembles for his swayC
When that the restless worlds would flyE
Their wish created rapid wingsF
But not till aeons had passed byE
With dower of many idler thingsF
And when dumb flesh demanded speechG
Speech struggled to the lips at lastH
Now the unpeopled Void and vastH
Clean to that uttermost blank beachG
Whereto the boldest thought may reachG
That voyages from the vaguest pastH
Dim realm and ultimate of spaceI
Is vexed and troubled stirs and shakesJ
In prescience of a god that wakesJ
Born of man's wish to see God's faceI
The endless groping dumb desiresK
The climbing incense thick and sweetL
The lovely purpose that aspiresK
The wraiths of vapor wing'd and fleetL
That rise and run with eager feetL
Forth from a myriad altar firesK
All these become a mist that fillsM
The vales and chasms nebularC
A shaping Soul that moves and thrillsM
The wastes between red star and starC

Don Marquis


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