Interim Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCD EFGHIJKLMKNO PQRSTUVFWXYZA2 B2C2FD2AE2B2F2G2H2 I2J2PK2J2N L2M2N2B2FO2SN2P2Q2NR 2S2UFT2U2V2L2FW2X2Y2 Z2A3B3FSV2VFC3D3E3F3 G3H3YK2I3E2J3K3L3W2M 3A2N3K2O3QFNR2VP3Q3R 3S3OT3U3V3FC3 O LK2W3G3AL3JX3Z2J2Z2V C3Y3VQ V3V3E2Z3A4B4C4W2D4H3 Y3E4FF4B4R3G4K2H4 OSC3A2B3FGI4C3J4K4L4 M4W2N4T3RO4N C3P4W2VNW2QQ4Q4W2K2Q 4Z3 Q4W2FW2WN4W2R4Q4Q4Q4 S4R2Q4T4Q4W2K3 U4FW2W2PV4W2W2W4W2W2 W2W2QR4| The room is full of you As I came in | A |
| And closed the door behind me all at once | B |
| A something in the air intangible | C |
| Yet stiff with meaning struck my senses sick | D |
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| Sharp unfamiliar odors have destroyed | E |
| Each other room's dear personality | F |
| The heavy scent of damp funereal flowers | G |
| The very essence hush distilled of Death | H |
| Has strangled that habitual breath of home | I |
| Whose expiration leaves all houses dead | J |
| And wheresoe'er I look is hideous change | K |
| Save here Here 'twas as if a weed choked gate | L |
| Had opened at my touch and I had stepped | M |
| Into some long forgot enchanted strange | K |
| Sweet garden of a thousand years ago | N |
| And suddenly thought I have been here before | O |
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| You are not here I know that you are gone | P |
| And will not ever enter here again | Q |
| And yet it seems to me if I should speak | R |
| Your silent step must wake across the hall | S |
| If I should turn my head that your sweet eyes | T |
| Would kiss me from the door So short a time | U |
| To teach my life its transposition to | V |
| This difficult and unaccustomed key | F |
| The room is as you left it your last touch | W |
| A thoughtless pressure knowing not itself | X |
| As saintly hallows now each simple thing | Y |
| Hallows and glorifies and glows between | Z |
| The dust's grey fingers like a shielded light | A2 |
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| There is your book just as you laid it down | B2 |
| Face to the table I cannot believe | C2 |
| That you are gone Just then it seemed to me | F |
| You must be here I almost laughed to think | D2 |
| How like reality the dream had been | A |
| Yet knew before I laughed and so was still | E2 |
| That book outspread just as you laid it down | B2 |
| Perhaps you thought I wonder what comes next | F2 |
| And whether this or this will be the end | G2 |
| So rose and left it thinking to return | H2 |
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| Perhaps that chair when you arose and passed | I2 |
| Out of the room rocked silently a while | J2 |
| Ere it again was still When you were gone | P |
| Forever from the room perhaps that chair | K2 |
| Stirred by your movement rocked a little while | J2 |
| Silently to and fro | N |
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| And here are the last words your fingers wrote | L2 |
| Scrawled in broad characters across a page | M2 |
| In this brown book I gave you Here your hand | N2 |
| Guiding your rapid pen moved up and down | B2 |
| Here with a looping knot you crossed a t | F |
| And here another like it just beyond | O2 |
| These two eccentric e's You were so small | S |
| And wrote so brave a hand | N2 |
| How strange it seems | P2 |
| That of all words these are the words you chose | Q2 |
| And yet a simple choice you did not know | N |
| You would not write again If you had known | R2 |
| But then it does not matter and indeed | S2 |
| If you had known there was so little time | U |
| You would have dropped your pen and come to me | F |
| And this page would be empty and some phrase | T2 |
| Other than this would hold my wonder now | U2 |
| Yet since you could not know and it befell | V2 |
| That these are the last words your fingers wrote | L2 |
| There is a dignity some might not see | F |
| In this I picked the first sweet pea to day | W2 |
| To day Was there an opening bud beside it | X2 |
| You left until to morrow O my love | Y2 |
| The things that withered and you came not back | Z2 |
| That day you filled this circle of my arms | A3 |
| That now is empty O my empty life | B3 |
| That day that day you picked the first sweet pea | F |
| And brought it in to show me I recall | S |
| With terrible distinctness how the smell | V2 |
| Of your cool gardens drifted in with you | V |
| I know you held it up for me to see | F |
| And flushed because I looked not at the flower | C3 |
| But at your face and when behind my look | D3 |
| You saw such unmistakable intent | E3 |
| You laughed and brushed your flower against my lips | F3 |
| You were the fairest thing God ever made | G3 |
| I think And then your hands above my heart | H3 |
| Drew down its stem into a fastening | Y |
| And while your head was bent I kissed your hair | K2 |
| I wonder if you knew Beloved hands | I3 |
| Somehow I cannot seem to see them still | E2 |
| Somehow I cannot seem to see the dust | J3 |
| In your bright hair What is the need of Heaven | K3 |
| When earth can be so sweet If only God | L3 |
| Had let us love and show the world the way | W2 |
| Strange cancellings must ink th' eternal books | M3 |
| When love crossed out will bring the answer right | A2 |
| That first sweet pea I wonder where it is | N3 |
| It seems to me I laid it down somewhere | K2 |
| And yet I am not sure I am not sure | O3 |
| Even if it was white or pink for then | Q |
| 'Twas much like any other flower to me | F |
| Save that it was the first I did not know | N |
| Then that it was the last If I had known | R2 |
| But then it does not matter Strange how few | V |
| After all's said and done the things that are | P3 |
| Of moment | Q3 |
| Few indeed When I can make | R3 |
| Of ten small words a rope to hang the world | S3 |
| I had you and I have you now no more | O |
| There there it dangles where's the little truth | T3 |
| That can for long keep footing under that | U3 |
| When its slack syllables tighten to a thought | V3 |
| Here let me write it down I wish to see | F |
| Just how a thing like that will look on paper | C3 |
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| I had you and I have you now no more | O |
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| O little words how can you run so straight | L |
| Across the page beneath the weight you bear | K2 |
| How can you fall apart whom such a theme | W3 |
| Has bound together and hereafter aid | G3 |
| In trivial expression that have been | A |
| So hideously dignified Would God | L3 |
| That tearing you apart would tear the thread | J |
| I strung you on Would God O God my mind | X3 |
| Stretches asunder on this merciless rack | Z2 |
| Of imagery O let me sleep a while | J2 |
| Would I could sleep and wake to find me back | Z2 |
| In that sweet summer afternoon with you | V |
| Summer 'Tis summer still by the calendar | C3 |
| How easily could God if He so willed | Y3 |
| Set back the world a little turn or two | V |
| Correct its griefs and bring its joys again | Q |
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| We were so wholly one I had not thought | V3 |
| That we could die apart I had not thought | V3 |
| That I could move and you be stiff and still | E2 |
| That I could speak and you perforce be dumb | Z3 |
| I think our heart strings were like warp and woof | A4 |
| In some firm fabric woven in and out | B4 |
| Your golden filaments in fair design | C4 |
| Across my duller fibre And to day | W2 |
| The shining strip is rent the exquisite | D4 |
| Fine pattern is destroyed part of your heart | H3 |
| Aches in my breast part of my heart lies chilled | Y3 |
| In the damp earth with you I have been torn | E4 |
| In two and suffer for the rest of me | F |
| What is my life to me And what am I | F4 |
| To life a ship whose star has guttered out | B4 |
| A Fear that in the deep night starts awake | R3 |
| Perpetually to find its senses strained | G4 |
| Against the taut strings of the quivering air | K2 |
| Awaiting the return of some dread chord | H4 |
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| Dark Dark is all I find for metaphor | O |
| All else were contrast save that contrast's wall | S |
| Is down and all opposed things flow together | C3 |
| Into a vast monotony where night | A2 |
| And day and frost and thaw and death and life | B3 |
| Are synonyms What now what now to me | F |
| Are all the jabbering birds and foolish flowers | G |
| That clutter up the world You were my song | I4 |
| Now let discord scream You were my flower | C3 |
| Now let the world grow weeds For I shall not | J4 |
| Plant things above your grave the common balm | K4 |
| Of the conventional woe for its own wound | L4 |
| Amid sensations rendered negative | M4 |
| By your elimination stands to day | W2 |
| Certain unmixed the element of grief | N4 |
| I sorrow and I shall not mock my truth | T3 |
| With travesties of suffering nor seek | R |
| To effigy its incorporeal bulk | O4 |
| In little wry faced images of woe | N |
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| I cannot call you back and I desire | C3 |
| No utterance of my immaterial voice | P4 |
| I cannot even turn my face this way | W2 |
| Or that and say My face is turned to you | V |
| I know not where you are I do not know | N |
| If Heaven hold you or if earth transmute | W2 |
| Body and soul you into earth again | Q |
| But this I know not for one second's space | Q4 |
| Shall I insult my sight with visionings | Q4 |
| Such as the credulous crowd so eager eyed | W2 |
| Beholds self conjured in the empty air | K2 |
| Let the world wail Let drip its easy tears | Q4 |
| My sorrow shall be dumb | Z3 |
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| What do I say | Q4 |
| God God God pity me Am I gone mad | W2 |
| That I should spit upon a rosary | F |
| Am I become so shrunken Would to God | W2 |
| I too might feel that frenzied faith whose touch | W |
| Makes temporal the most enduring grief | N4 |
| Though it must walk a while as is its wont | W2 |
| With wild lamenting Would I too might weep | R4 |
| Where weeps the world and hangs its piteous wreaths | Q4 |
| For its new dead Not Truth but Faith it is | Q4 |
| That keeps the world alive If all at once | Q4 |
| Faith were to slacken that unconscious faith | S4 |
| Which must I know yet be the corner stone | R2 |
| Of all believing birds now flying fearless | Q4 |
| Across would drop in terror to the earth | T4 |
| Fishes would drown and the all governing reins | Q4 |
| Would tangle in the frantic hands of God | W2 |
| And the worlds gallop headlong to destruction | K3 |
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| O God I see it now and my sick brain | U4 |
| Staggers and swoons How often over me | F |
| Flashes this breathlessness of sudden sight | W2 |
| In which I see the universe unrolled | W2 |
| Before me like a scroll and read thereon | P |
| Chaos and Doom where helpless planets whirl | V4 |
| Dizzily round and round and round and round | W2 |
| Like tops across a table gathering speed | W2 |
| With every spin to waver on the edge | W4 |
| One instant looking over and the next | W2 |
| To shudder and lurch forward out of sight | W2 |
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| Ah I am worn out I am wearied out | W2 |
| It is too much I am but flesh and blood | W2 |
| And I must sleep Though you were dead again | Q |
| I am but flesh and blood and I must sleep | R4 |
Edna St. Vincent Millay
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