I Make This In A Warring Absence Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBBBBBB BBBBBBB CCDDDDDD DDDDDDD BBBDBB BBEFGHIJI KKKK K DKKLMKB DDDNDNDD| I make this in a warring absence when | A |
| Each ancient stone necked minute of love's season | B |
| Harbours my anchored tongue slips the quaystone | B |
| When praise is blessed her pride in mast and fountain | B |
| Sailed and set dazzling by the handshaped ocean | B |
| In that proud sailing tree with branches driven | B |
| Through the last vault and vegetable groyne | B |
| And this weak house to marrow columned heaven | B |
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| Is corner cast breath's rag scrawled weed a vain | B |
| And opium head crow stalk puffed cut and blown | B |
| Or like the tide looped breastknot reefed again | B |
| Or rent ancestrally the roped sea hymen | B |
| And pride is last is like a child alone | B |
| By magnet winds to her blind mother drawn | B |
| Bread and milk mansion in a toothless town | B |
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| She makes for me a nettle's innocence | C |
| And a silk pigeon's guilt in her proud absence | C |
| In the molested rocks the shell of virgins | D |
| The frank closed pearl the sea girls' lineaments | D |
| Glint in the staved and siren printed caverns | D |
| Is maiden in the shameful oak omens | D |
| Whalebed and bulldance the gold bush of lions | D |
| Proud as a sucked stone and huge as sandgrains | D |
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| These are her contraries the beast who follows | D |
| With priest's grave foot and hand of five assassins | D |
| Her molten flight up cinder nesting columns | D |
| Calls the starved fire herd is cast in ice | D |
| Lost in a limp treed and uneating silence | D |
| Who scales a hailing hill in her cold flintsteps | D |
| Falls on a ring of summers and locked noons | D |
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| I make a weapon of an ass's skeleton | B |
| And walk the warring sands by the dead town | B |
| Cudgel great air wreck east and topple sundown | B |
| Storm her sped heart hang with beheaded veins | D |
| Its wringing shell and let her eyelids fasten | B |
| Destruction picked by birds brays through the jaw bone | B |
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| And for that murder's sake dark with contagion | B |
| Like an approaching wave I sprawl to ruin | B |
| Ruin the room of errors one rood dropped | E |
| Down the stacked sea and water pillared shade | F |
| Weighed in rock shroud is my proud pyramid | G |
| Where wound in emerald linen and sharp wind | H |
| The hero's head lies scraped of every legend | I |
| Comes love's anatomist with sun gloved hand | J |
| Who picks the live heart on a diamond | I |
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| 'His mother's womb had a tongue that lapped up mud ' | - |
| Cried the topless inchtaped lips from hank and hood | K |
| In that bright anchorground where I lay linened | K |
| 'A lizard darting with black venom's thread | K |
| Doubled to fork him back through the lockjaw bed | K |
| And the breath white curtained mouth of seed ' | - |
| 'See ' drummed the taut masks 'how the dead ascend | K |
| In the groin's endless coil a man is tangled ' | - |
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| These once blind eyes have breathed a wind of visions | D |
| The cauldron's root through this once rindless hand | K |
| Fumed like a tree and tossed a burning bird | K |
| With loud torn tooth and tail and cobweb drum | L |
| The crumpled packs fled past this ghost in bloom | M |
| And mild as pardon from a cloud of pride | K |
| The terrible world my brother bares his skin | B |
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| Now in the cloud's big breast lie quiet countries | D |
| Delivered seas my love from her proud place | D |
| Walks with no wound nor lightning in her face | D |
| A calm wind blows that raised the trees like hair | N |
| Once where the soft snow's blood was turned to ice | D |
| And though my love pulls the pale nippled air | N |
| Prides of to morrow suckling in her eyes | D |
| Yet this I make in a forgiving presence | D |
Dylan Thomas
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