Poem On His Birthday Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBBDBEF GBHBIJKBB LMBNOBBBP QRBSPTUCV WBXYBEZA2B2 C2D2E2BBF2G2BH2 RI2J2BBK2L2HB I2M2BGBN2O2BP2 HQ2R2Q2BAQ2WQ2 S2T2U2V2BBBW2Q2 X2BBBI2Y2Z2Q2B BUA3B3Q2GBM2Q2In the mustardseed sun | A |
By full tilt river and switchback sea | B |
Where the cormorants scud | C |
In his house on stilts high among beaks | B |
And palavers of birds | B |
This sandgrain day in the bent bay's grave | D |
He celebrates and spurns | B |
His driftwood thirty fifth wind turned age | E |
Herons spire and spear | F |
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Under and round him go | G |
Flounders gulls on their cold dying trails | B |
Doing what they are told | H |
Curlews aloud in the congered waves | B |
Work at their ways to death | I |
And the rhymer in the long tongued room | J |
Who tolls his birthday bell | K |
Toesl towards the ambush of his wounds | B |
Herons stepple stemmed bless | B |
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In the thistledown fall | L |
He sings towards anguish finches fly | M |
In the claw tracks of hawks | B |
On a seizing sky small fishes glide | N |
Through wynds and shells of drowned | O |
Ship towns to pastures of otters He | B |
In his slant racking house | B |
And the hewn coils of his trade perceives | B |
Herons walk in their shroud | P |
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The livelong river's robe | Q |
Of minnows wreathing around their prayer | R |
And far at sea he knows | B |
Who slaves to his crouched eternal end | S |
Under a serpent cloud | P |
Dolphins dyive in their turnturtle dust | T |
The rippled seals streak down | U |
To kill and their own tide daubing blood | C |
Slides good in the sleek mouth | V |
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In a cavernous swung | W |
Wave's silence wept white angelus knells | B |
Thirty five bells sing struck | X |
On skull and scar where his lovews lie wrecked | Y |
Steered by the falling stars | B |
And to morrow weeps in a blind cage | E |
Terror will rage apart | Z |
Before chains break to a hammer flame | A2 |
And love unbolts the dark | B2 |
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And freely he goes lost | C2 |
In the unknown famous light of great | D2 |
And fabulous dear God | E2 |
Dark is a way and light is a place | B |
Heaven that never was | B |
Nor will be ever is alwas true | F2 |
And in that brambled void | G2 |
Plenty as blackberries in the woods | B |
The dead grow for His joy | H2 |
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There he might wander bare | R |
With the spirits of the horseshoe bay | I2 |
Or the stars' seashore dead | J2 |
Marrow of eagles the roots of whales | B |
And wishbones of wild geese | B |
With blessed unborn God and His Ghost | K2 |
And every soul His priest | L2 |
Gulled and chanter in youg Heaven's fold | H |
Be at cloud quaking peace | B |
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But dark is a long way | I2 |
He on the earth of the night alone | M2 |
With all the living prays | B |
Who knows the rocketing wind will blow | G |
The bones out of the hills | B |
And the scythed boulders bleed and the last | N2 |
Rage shattered waters kick | O2 |
Masts and fishes to the still quick stars | B |
Faithlessly unto Him | P2 |
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Who is the light of old | H |
And air shaped Heaven where souls grow wild | Q2 |
As horses in the foam | R2 |
Oh let me midlife mourn by the shrined | Q2 |
And druid herons' vows | B |
The voyage to ruin I must run | A |
Dawn ships clouted aground | Q2 |
Yet though I cry with tumbledown tongue | W |
Count my blessings aloud | Q2 |
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Four elements and five | S2 |
Senses and man a spirit in love | T2 |
Thangling through this spun slime | U2 |
To his nimbus bell cool kingdom come | V2 |
And the lost moonshine domes | B |
And the sea that hides his secret selves | B |
Deep in its black base bones | B |
Lulling of spheres in the seashell flesh | W2 |
And this last blessing most | Q2 |
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That the closer I move | X2 |
To death one man through his sundered hulks | B |
The louder the sun blooms | B |
And the tusked ramshackling sea exults | B |
And every wave of the way | I2 |
And gale I tackle the whole world then | Y2 |
With more triumphant faith | Z2 |
That ever was since the world was said | Q2 |
Spins its morning of praise | B |
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I hear the bouncing hills | B |
Grow larked and greener at berry brown | U |
Fall and the dew larks sing | A3 |
Taller this thuderclap spring and how | B3 |
More spanned with angles ride | Q2 |
The mansouled fiery islands Oh | G |
Holier then their eyes | B |
And my shining men no more alone | M2 |
As I sail out to die | Q2 |
Dylan Thomas
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