Poem On His Birthday Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBBDBEF GBHBIJKBB LMBNOBBBP QRBSPTUCV WBXYBEZA2B2 C2D2E2BBF2G2BH2 RI2J2BBK2L2HB I2M2BGBN2O2BP2 HQ2R2Q2BAQ2WQ2 S2T2U2V2BBBW2Q2 X2BBBI2Y2Z2Q2B BUA3B3Q2GBM2Q2| In 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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