The Stoic: For Laura Von Courten Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEDF GHGH IJJJ JJJJ KLKL MLNL LOLO LJLJAll winter long you listened for the boom | A |
Of distant cannon wheeled into their place | B |
Sometimes outside beneath a bombers moon | C |
You stood alone to watch the searchlights trace | B |
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Their careful webs against the boding sky | D |
While miles away on Munich s vacant square | E |
The bombs lunged down with an unruly cry | D |
Whose blast you saw yet could but faintly hear | F |
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And might have turned your eyes upon the gleam | G |
Of a thousand years of snow where near the clouds | H |
The Alps ride massive to their full extreme | G |
And season after season glacier crowds | H |
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The dark persistent smudge of conifers | I |
Or seen beyond the hedge and through the trees | J |
The shadowy forms of cattle on the furze | J |
Their dim coats white with mist against the freeze | J |
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Or thought instead of other times than these | J |
Of other countries and of other sights | J |
Eternal Venice sinking by degrees | J |
Into the very water that she lights | J |
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Reflected in canals the lucid dome | K |
Of Maria della Salute at your feet | L |
Her triple spires disfigured by the foam | K |
Remembered in Berlin the parks the neat | L |
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Footpaths and lawns the clean spring foliage | M |
Where just short weeks before a bomb unaimed | L |
Released a frightened lion from its cage | N |
Which in the mottled dark that trees enflamed | L |
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Killed one who hurried homeward from the raid | L |
And by yourself there standing in the chill | O |
You must with so much known have been afraid | L |
And chosen such a mind of constant will | O |
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Which though all time corrode with constant hurt | L |
Remains until it occupies no space | J |
That which it is and passionless inert | L |
Becomes at last no meaning and no place | J |
Edgar Bowers
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