An Island Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDEBFGHBHBBI JKBKLLBMNNMNJBOB BPPBBPPQPPPPPPRRBP BSBTTBBSBS BBBQQQUUQQBBUBBVVV BWFFQQBHHXHXXBBBTXXX X QQQYYBZQZZBBBBB BVWA2A2BBB TB2B2TBBBBTQQBBBQBNF FBN QNNQNC2QC2QD2QD2QQD2 BE2BBBBBBBBBYYBF2F2B G2H2BF2BBUVVBUVBBBWW B BWWWBBQI2I2F2F2QXXX| Take it away and swallow it yourself | A |
| Ha Look you there's a rat | B |
| Last night there were a dozen on that shelf | A |
| And two of them were living in my hat | B |
| Look Now he goes but he'll come back | C |
| Ha But he will I say | D |
| Il reviendra z agrave P acirc ques | E |
| Ou agrave la Trinit eacute | B |
| Be very sure that he'll return again | F |
| For said the Lord Imprimis we have rats | G |
| And having rats we have rain | H |
| So on the seventh day | B |
| He rested and made Pain | H |
| Man if you love the Lord and if the Lord | B |
| Love liars I will have you at your word | B |
| And swallow it Voil agrave Bah | I |
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| Where do I say it is | J |
| That I have lain so long | K |
| Where do I count myself among the dead | B |
| As once above the living and the strong | K |
| And what is this that comes and goes | L |
| Fades and swells and overflows | L |
| Like music underneath and overhead | B |
| What is it in me now that rings and roars | M |
| Like fever laden wine | N |
| What ruinous tavern shine | N |
| Is this that lights me far from worlds and wars | M |
| And women that were mine | N |
| Where do I say it is | J |
| That Time has made my bed | B |
| What lowering outland hostelry is this | O |
| For one the stars have disinherited | B |
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| An island I have said | B |
| A peak where fiery dreams and far desires | P |
| Are rained on like old fires | P |
| A vermin region by the stars abhorred | B |
| Where falls the flaming word | B |
| By which I consecrate with unsuccess | P |
| An acreage of God's forgetfulness | P |
| Left here above the foam and long ago | Q |
| Made right for my duress | P |
| Where soon the sea | P |
| My foaming and long clamoring enemy | P |
| Will have within the cryptic old embrace | P |
| Of her triumphant arms a memory | P |
| Why then the place | P |
| What forage of the sky or of the shore | R |
| Will make it any more | R |
| To me than my award of what was left | B |
| Of number time and space | P |
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| And what is on me now that I should heed | B |
| The durance or the silence or the scorn | S |
| I was the gardener who had the seed | B |
| Which holds within its heart the food and fire | T |
| That gives to man a glimpse of his desire | T |
| And I have tilled indeed | B |
| Much land where men may say that I have planted | B |
| Unsparingly my corn | S |
| For a world harvest haunted | B |
| And for a world unborn | S |
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| Meanwhile am I to view as at a play | B |
| Through smoke the funeral flames of yesterday | B |
| And think them far away | B |
| Am I to doubt and yet be given to know | Q |
| That where my demon guides me there I go | Q |
| An island Be it so | Q |
| For islands after all is said and done | U |
| Tell but a wilder game that was begun | U |
| When Fate the mistress of iniquities | Q |
| The mad Queen spinner of all discrepancies | Q |
| Beguiled the dyers of the dawn that day | B |
| And even in such a curst and sodden way | B |
| Made my three colors one | U |
| So be it and the way be as of old | B |
| So be the weary truth again retold | B |
| Of great kings overthrown | V |
| Because they would be kings and lastly kings alone | V |
| Fling to each dog his bone | V |
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| Flags that are vanished flags that are soiled and furled | B |
| Say what will be the word when I am gone | W |
| What learned little acrid archive men | F |
| Will burrow to find me out and burrow again | F |
| But all for naught unless | Q |
| To find there was another Island Yes | Q |
| There are too many islands in this world | B |
| There are too many rats and there is too much rain | H |
| So three things are made plain | H |
| Between the sea and sky | X |
| Three separate parts of one thing which is Pain | H |
| Bah what a way to die | X |
| To leave my Queen still spinning there on high | X |
| Still wondering I dare say | B |
| To see me in this way | B |
| Madame agrave sa tour monte | B |
| Si haut qu'elle peut monter | T |
| Like one of our Commissioners ai ai | X |
| Prometheus and the women have to cry | X |
| But no not I | X |
| Faugh what a way to die | X |
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| But who are these that come and go | Q |
| Before me shaking laurel as they pass | Q |
| Laurel to make me know | Q |
| For certain what they mean | Y |
| That now my Fate my Queen | Y |
| Having found that she by way of right reward | B |
| Will after madness go remembering | Z |
| And laurel be as grass | Q |
| Remembers the one thing | Z |
| That she has left to bring | Z |
| The floor about me now is like a sward | B |
| Grown royally Now it is like a sea | B |
| That heaves with laurel heavily | B |
| Surrendering an outworn enmity | B |
| For what has come to be | B |
| - | |
| But not for you returning with your curled | B |
| And haggish lips And why are you alone | V |
| Why do you stay when all the rest are gone | W |
| Why do you bring those treacherous eyes that reek | A2 |
| With venom and hate the while you seek | A2 |
| To make me understand | B |
| Laurel from every land | B |
| Laurel but not the world | B |
| - | |
| Fury or perjured Fate or whatsoever | T |
| Tell me the bloodshot word that is your name | B2 |
| And I will pledge remembrance of the same | B2 |
| That shall be crossed out never | T |
| Whereby posterity | B |
| May know being told that you have come to me | B |
| You and your tongueless train without a sound | B |
| With covetous hands and eyes and laurel all around | B |
| Foreshowing your endeavor | T |
| To mirror me the demon of my days | Q |
| To make me doubt him loathe him face to face | Q |
| Bowed with unwilling glory from the quest | B |
| That was ordained and manifest | B |
| You shake it off and wish me joy of it | B |
| Laurel from every place | Q |
| Laurel but not the rest | B |
| Such are the words in you that I divine | N |
| Such are the words of men | F |
| So be it and what then | F |
| Poor tottering counterfeit | B |
| Are you a thing to tell me what is mine | N |
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| Grant we the demon sees | Q |
| An inch beyond the line | N |
| What comes of mine and thine | N |
| A thousand here and there may shriek and freeze | Q |
| Or they may starve in fine | N |
| The Old Physician has a crimson cure | C2 |
| For such as these | Q |
| And ages after ages will endure | C2 |
| The minims of it that are victories | Q |
| The wreath may go from brow to brow | D2 |
| The state may flourish flame and cease | Q |
| But through the fury and the flood somehow | D2 |
| The demons are acquainted and at ease | Q |
| And somewhat hard to please | Q |
| Mine I believe is laughing at me now | D2 |
| In his primordial way | B |
| Quite as he laughed of old at Hannibal | E2 |
| Or rather at Alexander let us say | B |
| Therefore be what you may | B |
| Time has no further need | B |
| Of you or of your breed | B |
| My demon irretrievably astray | B |
| Has ruined the last chorus of a play | B |
| That will so he avers be played again some day | B |
| And you poor glowering ghost | B |
| Have staggered under laurel here to boast | B |
| Above me dying while you lean | Y |
| In triumph awkward and unclean | Y |
| About some words of his that you have read | B |
| Thing do I not know them all | F2 |
| He tells me how the storied leaves that fall | F2 |
| Are tramped on being dead | B |
| They are sometimes with a storm foul enough | G2 |
| They are seized alive and they are blown far off | H2 |
| To mould on islands What else have you read | B |
| He tells me that great kings look very small | F2 |
| When they are put to bed | B |
| And this being said | B |
| He tells me that the battles I have won | U |
| Are not my own | V |
| But his howbeit fame will yet atone | V |
| For all defect and sheave the mystery | B |
| The follies and the slaughters I have done | U |
| Are mine alone | V |
| And so far History | B |
| So be the tale again retold | B |
| And leaf by clinging leaf unrolled | B |
| Where I have written in the dawn | W |
| With ink that fades anon | W |
| Like C sar's and the way be as of old | B |
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| Ho is it you I thought you were a ghost | B |
| Is it time for you to poison me again | W |
| Well here's our friend the rain | W |
| Mironton mironton mirontaine | W |
| Man I could murder you almost | B |
| You with your pills and toast | B |
| Take it away and eat it and shoot rats | Q |
| Ha there he comes Your rat will never fail | I2 |
| My punctual assassin to prevail | I2 |
| While he has power to crawl | F2 |
| Or teeth to gnaw withal | F2 |
| Where kings are caged Why has a king no cats | Q |
| You say that I'll achieve it if I try | X |
| Swallow it No not I | X |
| God what a way to die | X |
Edwin Arlington Robinson
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