Portrait Of A Woman Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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The pathos in your face is like a peaceA
It is like resignation or a graceB
Which smiles at the surceaseB
Of hope But there is in your faceB
The shadow of pain and there is a traceB
Of memory of painC
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I look at you again and againD
And hide my looks lest your quick eye perceivesB
My search for your despairE
I look at your pale hands I look at your hairE
And I watch you use your hands I watch the flareE
Of thought in your eyes like light that interweavesB
A flutter of color running under leavesB
Such anguished dreams in your eyesB
And I listen to you speakF
Words like crystals breaking with a tinkleG
Or a star's twinkleG
Sometimes as we talk you riseB
And leave the room and then I rub a streakF
Of a tear from my cheekF
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You tell me such magical thingsB
Of pictures books romanceB
And of your life in FranceB
In the varied music of exquisite wordsB
And in a voice that singsB
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All things are memory now with youH
For poverty girdsB
Your hopes and only your dreams remainC
And sometimes here and thereE
I see as you turn your head a whitened hairE
Even when you are smiling mostI
And a light comes in your eyes like a passing ghostI
And a color runs through your cheeks as freshJ
As burns in a girl's fleshJ
Then I can shut my eyes and feel the painC
That has become a part of you though I feignC
Laughter myself One sees another's bruiseB
And shakes his thought out of it shudderingK
So I turn and clamp my will lest I bringK
Your sorrow into my flesh who cannot chooseB
But hear your words and laughterL
And watch your hands and eyesB
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Then as I think you over afterL
I have gone from you and your faceB
Comes to me with its graceB
Of memory of unfound loveM
You seem to me the image of all womenN
Who dream and keep under smiles the grief thereofM
Or sew or sit by windows or read booksB
To hide their Secret's looksB
And after a time go out of life and leaveO
No uttered words but in their silence grieveO
For Life and for the things no tongue can tellP
Why Life hurts so and why Love haunts and hurtsB
Poor men and women in this demi hellP
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Perhaps your pathos means that it is wellP
Death in his time the aspiring torch invertsB
And all tired flesh and haunted eyes and handsB
Moving in pain d whiteness are put underL
The soothing earth to brighten April's wonderL

Edgar Lee Masters



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