Rembrandt To Rembrandt Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEFGEHDEIJKLEIMNEA OPQRSTMIQU MBEVEWDIXYZA2B2DUUIC 2TD2PEIE2IF2YIVDQG2B RH2MEMII2IU J2QYK2EE2IE2E2IH2L2M 2N2O2RC2MEIIPIQEP2IJ 2J2EQ2R2S2IIIQT2PU2V IIEEA2IIEQIH2IIVEV2D 2QM2LK2K2EW2IJIIQIWX 2IY2OIIIEQZ2D2A3WV2I V EQCEYEIB3NJ2C3IM2D3E QQIND2E3VF3FELVE G3QIIIH3WWEMXD3ZEEII 2M2BI3EI3WA3EJ3K3I3S EI3E3II3L3I3I3III3EV EIII3M3I3I3WI3WBI3IV IN3IEIEIJ2EM2I3I3N3I 3MJ2I3J2I3VI3I3I3E2I 3I3I3I3I3I3II3VIO3I3 EEI3III3I3I3J2II3QEI 3I3EEII3J2I3 IEI3IVI3I3VMI3IQQI3E IEI3VE3EI3IE2I3A2E| AMSTERDAM | A |
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| And there you are again now as you are | B |
| Observe yourself as you discern yourself | C |
| In your discredited ascendency | D |
| Without your velvet or your feathers now | E |
| Commend your new condition to your fate | F |
| And your conviction to the sieves of time | G |
| Meanwhile appraise yourself Rembrandt van Ryn | E |
| Now as you are formerly more or less | H |
| Distinguished in the civil scenery | D |
| And once a painter There you are again | E |
| Where you may see that you have on your shoulders | I |
| No lovelier burden for an ornament | J |
| Than one man's head that's yours Praise be to God | K |
| That you have that for you are like enough | L |
| To need it now my friend and from now on | E |
| For there are shadows and obscurities | I |
| Immediate or impending on your view | M |
| That may be worse than you have ever painted | N |
| For the bewildered and unhappy scorn | E |
| Of injured Hollanders in Amsterdam | A |
| Who cannot find their fifty florins' worth | O |
| Of Holland face where you have hidden it | P |
| In your new golden shadow that excites them | Q |
| Or see that when the Lord made color and light | R |
| He made not one thing only or believe | S |
| That shadows are not nothing Saskia said | T |
| Before she died how they would swear at you | M |
| And in commiseration at themselves | I |
| She laughed a little too to think of them | Q |
| And then at me That was before she died | U |
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| And I could wonder as I look at you | M |
| There as I have you now there as you are | B |
| Or nearly so as any skill of mine | E |
| Has ever caught you in a bilious mirror | V |
| Yes I could wonder long and with a reason | E |
| If all but everything achievable | W |
| In me were not achieved and lost already | D |
| Like a fool's gold But you there in the glass | I |
| And you there on the canvas have a sort | X |
| Of solemn doubt about it and that's well | Y |
| For Rembrandt and for Titus All that's left | Z |
| Of all that was is here and all that's here | A2 |
| Is one man who remembers and one child | B2 |
| Beginning to forget One two and three | D |
| The others died and then then Saskia died | U |
| And then so men believe the painter died | U |
| So men believe So it all comes at once | I |
| And here's a fellow painting in the dark | C2 |
| A loon who cannot see that he is dead | T |
| Before God lets him die He paints away | D2 |
| At the impossible so Holland has it | P |
| For venom or for spite or for defection | E |
| Or else for God knows what Well if God knows | I |
| And Rembrandt knows it matters not so much | E2 |
| What Holland knows or cares If Holland wants | I |
| Its heads all in a row and all alike | F2 |
| There's Franz to do them and to do them well | Y |
| Rat catchers archers or apothecaries | I |
| And one as like a rabbit as another | V |
| Value received and every Dutchman happy | D |
| All's one to Franz and to the rest of them | Q |
| Their ways being theirs are theirs But you my friend | G2 |
| If I have made you something as you are | B |
| Will need those jaws and eyes and all the fight | R |
| And fire that's in them and a little more | H2 |
| To take you on and the world after you | M |
| For now you fare alone without the fashion | E |
| To sing you back and fling a flower or two | M |
| At your accusing feet Poor Saskia saw | I |
| This coming that has come and with a guile | I2 |
| Of kindliness that covered half her doubts | I |
| Would give me gold and laugh before she died | U |
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| And if I see the road that you are going | J2 |
| You that are not so jaunty as aforetime | Q |
| God knows if she were not appointed well | Y |
| To die She might have wearied of it all | K2 |
| Before the worst was over or begun | E |
| A woman waiting on a man's avouch | E2 |
| Of the invisible may not wait always | I |
| Without a word betweenwhiles or a dash | E2 |
| Of poison on his faith Yes even she | E2 |
| She might have come to see at last with others | I |
| And then to say with others who say more | H2 |
| That you are groping on a phantom trail | L2 |
| Determining a dusky way to nowhere | M2 |
| That errors unconfessed and obstinate | N2 |
| Have teemed and cankered in you for so long | O2 |
| That even your eyes are sick and you see light | R |
| Only because you dare not see the dark | C2 |
| That is around you and ahead of you | M |
| She might have come by ruinous estimation | E |
| Of old applause and outworn vanities | I |
| To clothe you over in a shroud of dreams | I |
| And so be nearer to the counterfeit | P |
| Of her invention than aware of yours | I |
| She might as well as any by this time | Q |
| Unwillingly and eagerly have bitten | E |
| Another devil's apple of unrest | P2 |
| And so by some attendant artifice | I |
| Or other might anon have had you sharing | J2 |
| A taste that would have tainted everything | J2 |
| And so had been for two instead of one | E |
| The taste of death in life which is the food | Q2 |
| Of art that has betrayed itself alive | R2 |
| And is a food of hell She might have heard | S2 |
| Unhappily the temporary noise | I |
| Of louder names than yours and on frail urns | I |
| That hardly will ensure a dwelling place | I |
| For even the dust that may be left of them | Q |
| She might and angrily as like as not | T2 |
| Look soon to find your name not finding it | P |
| She might like many another born for joy | U2 |
| And for sufficient fulness of the hour | V |
| Go famishing by now and in the eyes | I |
| Of pitying friends and dwindling satellites | I |
| Be told of no uncertain dereliction | E |
| Touching the cold offence of my decline | E |
| And even if this were so and she were here | A2 |
| Again to make a fact of all my fancy | I |
| How should I ask of her to see with me | I |
| Through night where many a time I seem in vain | E |
| To seek for new assurance of a gleam | Q |
| That comes at last and then so it appears | I |
| Only for you and me and a few more | H2 |
| Perchance albeit their faces are not many | I |
| Among the ruins that are now around us | I |
| That was a fall my friend we had together | V |
| Or rather it was my house mine alone | E |
| That fell leaving you safe Be glad for that | V2 |
| There's life in you that shall outlive my clay | D2 |
| That's for a time alive and will in time | Q |
| Be nothing but not yet You that are there | M2 |
| Where I have painted you are safe enough | L |
| Though I see dragons Verily that was a fall | K2 |
| A dislocating fall a blinding fall | K2 |
| A fall indeed But there are no bones broken | E |
| And even the teeth and eyes that I make out | W2 |
| Among the shadows intermittently | I |
| Show not so firm in their accoutrement | J |
| Of terror laden unreality | I |
| As you in your neglect of their performance | I |
| Though for their season we must humor them | Q |
| For what they are devils undoubtedly | I |
| But not so parlous and implacable | W |
| In their undoing of poor human triumph | X2 |
| As easy fashion or brief novelty | I |
| That ails even while it grows and like sick fruit | Y2 |
| Falls down anon to an indifferent earth | O |
| To break with inward rot I say all this | I |
| And I concede in honor of your silence | I |
| A waste of innocent facility | I |
| In tints of other colors than are mine | E |
| I cannot paint with words but there's a time | Q |
| For most of us when words are all we have | Z2 |
| To serve our stricken souls And here you say | D2 |
| Be careful or you may commit your soul | A3 |
| Soon to the very devil of your denial | W |
| I might have wagered on you to say that | V2 |
| Knowing that I believe in you too surely | I |
| To spoil you with a kick or paint you over | V |
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| No my good friend Mynheer Rembrandt van Ryn | E |
| Sometime a personage in Amsterdam | Q |
| But now not much I shall not give myself | C |
| To be the sport of any dragon spawn | E |
| Of Holland or elsewhere Holland was hell | Y |
| Not long ago and there were dragons then | E |
| More to be fought than any of these we see | I |
| That we may foster now They are not real | B3 |
| But not for that the less to be regarded | N |
| For there are slimy tyrants born of nothing | J2 |
| That harden slowly into seeming life | C3 |
| And have the strength of madness I confess | I |
| Accordingly the wisdom of your care | M2 |
| That I look out for them Whether I would | D3 |
| Or not I must and here we are as one | E |
| With our necessity For though you loom | Q |
| A little harsh in your respect of time | Q |
| And circumstance and of ordained eclipse | I |
| We know together of a golden flood | N |
| That with its overflow shall drown away | D2 |
| The dikes that held it and we know thereby | E3 |
| That in its rising light there lives a fire | V |
| No devils that are lodging here in Holland | F3 |
| Shall put out wholly or much agitate | F |
| Except in unofficial preparation | E |
| They put out first the sun It's well enough | L |
| To think of them wherefore I thank you sir | V |
| Alike for your remembrance and attention | E |
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| But there are demons that are longer lived | G3 |
| Than doubts that have a brief and evil term | Q |
| To congregate among the futile shards | I |
| And architraves of eminent collapse | I |
| They are a many favored family | I |
| All told with not a misbegotten dwarf | H3 |
| Among the rest that I can love so little | W |
| As one occult abortion in especial | W |
| Who perches on a picture when it's done | E |
| And says What of it Rembrandt if you do | M |
| This incubus would seem to be a sort | X |
| Of chorus indicating for our good | D3 |
| The silence of the few friends that are left | Z |
| What of it Rembrandt even if you know | E |
| It says again and you don't know for certain | E |
| What if in fifty or a hundred years | I |
| They find you out You may have gone meanwhile | I2 |
| So greatly to the dogs that you'll not care | M2 |
| Much what they find If this be all you are | B |
| This unaccountable aspiring insect | I3 |
| You'll sleep as easy in oblivion | E |
| As any sacred monk or parricide | I3 |
| And if as you conceive you are eternal | W |
| Your soul may laugh remembering if a soul | A3 |
| Remembers your befrenzied aspiration | E |
| To smear with certain ochres and some oil | J3 |
| A few more perishable ells of cloth | K3 |
| And once or twice to square your vanity | I3 |
| Prove it was you alone that should achieve | S |
| A mortal eye that may no less tomorrow | E |
| Show an immortal reason why today | I3 |
| Men see no more And what's a mortal eye | E3 |
| More than a mortal herring who has eyes | I |
| As well as you Why not paint herrings Rembrandt | I3 |
| Or if not herrings why not a split beef | L3 |
| Perceive it only in its unalloyed | I3 |
| Integrity and you may find in it | I3 |
| A beautified accomplishment no less | I |
| Indigenous than one that appertains | I |
| To gentlemen and ladies eating it | I3 |
| The same God planned and made you beef and human | E |
| And one but for His whim might be the other | V |
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| That's how he says it Rembrandt if you listen | E |
| He says it and he goes And then sometimes | I |
| There comes another spirit in his place | I |
| One with a more engaging argument | I3 |
| And with a softer note for saying truth | M3 |
| Not soft Whether it be the truth or not | I3 |
| I name it so for there's a string in me | I3 |
| Somewhere that answers which is natural | W |
| Since I am but a living instrument | I3 |
| Played on by powers that are invisible | W |
| You might go faster if not quite so far | B |
| He says if in your vexed economy | I3 |
| There lived a faculty for saying yes | I |
| And meaning no and then for doing neither | V |
| But since Apollo sees it otherwise | I |
| Your Dutchmen who are swearing at you still | N3 |
| For your pernicious filching of their florins | I |
| May likely curse you down their generation | E |
| Not having understood there was no malice | I |
| Or grinning evil in a golden shadow | E |
| That shall outshine their slight identities | I |
| And hold their faces when their names are nothing | J2 |
| But this as you discern or should by now | E |
| Surmise for you is neither here nor there | M2 |
| You made your picture as your demon willed it | I3 |
| That's about all of that Now make as many | I3 |
| As may be to be made for so you will | N3 |
| Whatever the toll may be and hold your light | I3 |
| So that you see without so much to blind you | M |
| As even the cobweb flash of a misgiving | J2 |
| Assured and certain that if you see right | I3 |
| Others will have to see albeit their seeing | J2 |
| Shall irk them out of their serenity | I3 |
| For such a time as umbrage may require | V |
| But there are many reptiles in the night | I3 |
| That now is coming on and they are hungry | I3 |
| And there's a Rembrandt to be satisfied | I3 |
| Who never will be howsoever much | E2 |
| He be assured of an ascendency | I3 |
| That has not yet a shadow's worth of sound | I3 |
| Where Holland has its ears And what of that | I3 |
| Have you the weary leisure or sick wit | I3 |
| That breeds of its indifference a false envy | I3 |
| That is the vermin on accomplishment | I3 |
| Are you inaugurating your new service | I |
| With fasting for a food you would not eat | I3 |
| You are the servant Rembrandt not the master | V |
| But you are not assigned with other slaves | I |
| That in their freedom are the most in fear | O3 |
| One of the few that are so fortunate | I3 |
| As to be told their task and to be given | E |
| A skill to do it with a tool too keen | E |
| For timid safety bow your elected head | I3 |
| Under the stars tonight and whip your devils | I |
| Each to his nest in hell Forget your days | I |
| And so forgive the years that may not be | I3 |
| So many as to be more than you may need | I3 |
| For your particular consistency | I3 |
| In your peculiar folly You are counting | J2 |
| Some fewer years than forty at your heels | I |
| And they have not pursued your gait so fast | I3 |
| As your oblivion which has beaten them | Q |
| And rides now on your neck like an old man | E |
| With iron shins and fingers Let him ride | I3 |
| You haven't so much to say now about that | I3 |
| And in a proper season let him run | E |
| You may be dead then even as you may now | E |
| Anticipate some other mortal strokes | I |
| Attending your felicity and for that | I3 |
| Oblivion heretofore has done some running | J2 |
| Away from graves and will do more of it | I3 |
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| That's how it is your wiser spirit speaks | I |
| Rembrandt If you believe him why complain | E |
| If not why paint And why in any event | I3 |
| Look back for the old joy and the old roses | I |
| Or the old fame They are all gone together | V |
| And Saskia with them and with her left out | I3 |
| They would avail no more now than one strand | I3 |
| Of Samson's hair wound round his little finger | V |
| Before the temple fell Nor more are you | M |
| In any sudden danger to forget | I3 |
| That in Apollo's house there are no clocks | I |
| Or calendars to say for you in time | Q |
| How far you are away from Amsterdam | Q |
| Or that the one same law that bids you see | I3 |
| Where now you see alone forbids in turn | E |
| Your light from Holland eyes till Holland ears | I |
| Are told of it for that way my good fellow | E |
| Is one way more to death If at the first | I3 |
| Of your long turning which may still be longer | V |
| Than even your faith has measured it you sigh | E3 |
| For distant welcome that may not be seen | E |
| Or wayside shouting that will not be heard | I3 |
| You may as well accommodate your greatness | I |
| To the convenience of an easy ditch | E2 |
| And anchored there with all your widowed gold | I3 |
| Forget your darkness in the dark and hear | A2 |
| No longer the cold wash of Holland scorn | E |
Edwin Arlington Robinson
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