The Book Of Annandale Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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Partly to think more to be left alone | B |
George Annandale said something to his friends | C |
A word or two brusque but yet smoothed enough | D |
To suit their funeral gaze and went upstairs | E |
And there in the one room that he could call | F |
His own he found a sort of meaningless | G |
Annoyance in the mute familiar things | H |
That filled it for the grate's monotonous gleam | I |
Was not the gleam that he had known before | J |
The books were not the books that used to be | K |
The place was not the place There was a lack | L |
Of something and the certitude of death | M |
Itself as with a furtive questioning | N |
Hovered and he could not yet understand | O |
He knew that she was gone there was no need | P |
Of any argued proof to tell him that | Q |
For they had buried her that afternoon | R |
Under the leaves and snow and still there was | S |
A doubt a pitiless doubt a plunging doubt | T |
That struck him and upstartled when it struck | U |
The vision the old thought in him There was | S |
A lack and one that wrenched him but it was | S |
Not that not that There was a present sense | V |
Of something indeterminably near | W |
The soul clutch of a prescient emptiness | G |
That would not be foreboding And if not | X |
What then or was it anything at all | F |
Yes it was something it was everything | N |
But what was everything or anything | N |
Tired of time bewildered he sat down | Y |
But in his chair he kept on wondering | N |
That he should feel so desolately strange | Z |
And yet for all he knew that he had lost | A2 |
More of the world than most men ever win | B2 |
So curiously calm And he was left | C2 |
Unanswered and unsatisfied there came | D2 |
No clearer meaning to him than had come | E2 |
Before the old abstraction was the best | F2 |
That he could find the farthest he could go | G2 |
To that was no beginning and no end | H2 |
No end that he could reach So he must learn | I2 |
To live the surest and the largest life | J2 |
Attainable in him would he divine | K2 |
The meaning of the dream and of the words | L2 |
That he had written without knowing why | A |
On sheets that he had bound up like a book | M2 |
And covered with red leather There it was | S |
There in his desk the record he had made | N2 |
The spiritual plaything of his life | J2 |
There were the words no eyes had ever seen | O2 |
Save his there were the words that were not made | N2 |
For glory or for gold The pretty wife | J2 |
Whom he had loved and lost had not so much | P2 |
As heard of them They were not made for her | Q2 |
His love had been so much the life of her | Q2 |
And hers had been so much the life of him | R2 |
That any wayward phrasing on his part | S2 |
Would have had no moment Neither had lived enough | D |
To know the book albeit one of them | T2 |
Had grown enough to write it There it was | S |
However though he knew not why it was | S |
There was the book but it was not for her | Q2 |
For she was dead And yet there was the book | M2 |
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Thus would his fancy circle out and out | T |
And out and in again till he would make | U2 |
As if with a large freedom to crush down | Y |
Those under thoughts He covered with his hands | V2 |
His tired eyes and waited he could hear | W2 |
Or partly feel and hear mechanically | K |
The sound of talk with now and then the steps | X2 |
And skirts of some one scudding on the stairs | E |
Forgetful of the nerveless funeral feet | Y2 |
That she had brought with her and more than once | Z2 |
There came to him a call as of a voice | A3 |
A voice of love returning but not hers | B3 |
Whose he knew not nor dreamed nor did he know | G2 |
Nor did he dream in his blurred loneliness | G |
Of thought what all the rest might think of him | R2 |
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For it had come at last and she was gone | C3 |
With all the vanished women of old time | D3 |
And she was never coming back again | E3 |
Yes they had buried her that afternoon | R |
Under the frozen leaves and the cold earth | F3 |
Under the leaves and snow The flickering week | G3 |
The sharp and certain day and the long drowse | G |
Were over and the man was left alone | B |
He knew the loss therefore it puzzled him | R2 |
That he should sit so long there as he did | H3 |
And bring the whole thing back the love the trust | I3 |
The pallor the poor face and the faint way | J3 |
She last had looked at him and yet not weep | K3 |
Or even choose to look about the room | L3 |
To see how sad it was and once or twice | G |
He winked and pinched his eyes against the flame | D2 |
And hoped there might be tears But hope was all | F |
And all to him was nothing he was lost | A2 |
And yet he was not lost he was astray | J3 |
Out of his life and in another life | J2 |
And in the stillness of this other life | J2 |
He wondered and he drowsed He wondered when | E3 |
It was and wondered if it ever was | G |
On earth that he had known the other face | G |
The searching face the eloquent strange face | G |
That with a sightless beauty looked at him | R2 |
And with a speechless promise uttered words | G |
That were not the world's words or any kind | M3 |
That he had known before What was it then | E3 |
What was it held him fascinated him | R2 |
Why should he not be human He could sigh | A |
And he could even groan but what of that | Q |
There was no grief left in him Was he glad | N3 |
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Yet how could he be glad or reconciled | O3 |
Or anything but wretched and undone | P3 |
How could he be so frigid and inert | Q3 |
So like a man with water in his veins | G |
Where blood had been a little while before | J |
How could he sit shut in there like a snail | R3 |
What ailed him What was on him Was he glad | N3 |
Over and over again the question came | D2 |
Unanswered and unchanged and there he was | G |
But what in heaven's name did it all mean | O2 |
If he had lived as other men had lived | S3 |
If home had ever shown itself to be | K |
The counterfeit that others had called home | T3 |
Then to this undivined resource of his | G |
There were some key but now Philosophy | K |
Yes he could reason in a kind of way | J3 |
That he was glad for Miriam's release | G |
Much as he might be glad to see his friends | G |
Laid out around him with their grave clothes on | U3 |
And this life done for them but something else | G |
There was that foundered reason overwhelmed it | V3 |
And with a chilled intuitive rebuff | D |
Beat back the self cajoling sophistries | G |
That his half tutored thought would half project | W3 |
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What was it then Had he become transformed | X3 |
And hardened through long watches and long grief | Y3 |
Into a loveless feelingless dead thing | N |
That brooded like a man breathed like a man | Z3 |
Did everything but ache And was a day | J3 |
To come some time when feeling should return | I2 |
Forever to drive off that other face | G |
The lineless indistinguishable face | G |
That once had thrilled itself between his own | B |
And hers there on the pillow and again | E3 |
Between him and the coffin lid had flashed | A4 |
Like fate before it closed and at the last | B4 |
Had come as it should seem to stay with him | R2 |
Bidden or not He were a stranger then | E3 |
Foredrowsed awhile by some deceiving draught | C4 |
Of poppied anguish to the covert grief | Y3 |
And the stark loneliness that waited him | R2 |
And for the time were cursedly endowed | D4 |
With a dull trust that shammed indifference | G |
To knowing there would be no touch again | E3 |
Of her small hand on his no silencing | N |
Of her quick lips on his no feminine | P3 |
Completeness and love fragrance in the house | G |
No sound of some one singing any more | J |
No smoothing of slow fingers on his hair | E4 |
No shimmer of pink slippers on brown tiles | G |
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But there was nothing nothing in all that | Q |
He had not fooled himself so much as that | Q |
He might be dreaming or he might be sick | F4 |
But not like that There was no place for fear | W |
No reason for remorse There was the book | M2 |
That he had made though It might be the book | M2 |
Perhaps he might find something in the book | M2 |
But no there could be nothing there at all | F |
He knew it word for word but what it meant | G4 |
He was not sure that he had written it | V3 |
For what it meant and he was not quite sure | H4 |
That he had written it more likely it | V3 |
Was all a paper ghost But the dead wife | J2 |
Was real he knew all that for he had been | B2 |
To see them bury her and he had seen | O2 |
The flowers and the snow and the stripped limbs | G |
Of trees and he had heard the preacher pray | J3 |
And he was back again and he was glad | N3 |
Was he a brute No he was not a brute | I4 |
He was a man like any other man | Z3 |
He had loved and married his wife Miriam | E2 |
They had lived a little while in paradise | G |
And she was gone and that was all of it | V3 |
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But no not all of it not all of it | V3 |
There was the book again something in that | Q |
Pursued him overpowered him put out | T |
The futile strength of all his whys and wheres | G |
And left him unintelligibly numb | E2 |
Too numb to care for anything but rest | F2 |
It must have been a curious kind of book | M2 |
That he had made it it was a drowsy book | M2 |
At any rate The very thought of it | V3 |
Was like the taste of some impossible drink | J4 |
A taste that had no taste but for all that | Q |
Had mixed with it a strange thought cordial | K4 |
So potent that it somehow killed in him | R2 |
The ultimate need of doubting any more | J |
Of asking any more Did he but live | L4 |
The life that he must live there were no more | J |
To seek The rest of it was on the way | J3 |
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Still there was nothing nothing in all this | G |
Nothing that he cared now to reconcile | M4 |
With reason or with sorrow All he knew | N4 |
For certain was that he was tired out | T |
His flesh was heavy and his blood beat small | F |
Something supreme had been wrenched out of him | R2 |
As if to make vague room for something else | G |
He had been through too much Yes he would stay | J3 |
There where he was and rest And there he stayed | N2 |
The daylight became twilight and he stayed | N2 |
The flame and the face faded and he slept | O4 |
And they had buried her that afternoon | R |
Under the tight screwed lid of a long box | G |
Under the earth under the leaves and snow | G2 |
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II | A |
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Look where she would feed conscience how she might | P4 |
There was but one way now for Damaris | G |
One straight way that was hers hers to defend | H2 |
At hand imperious But the nearness of it | V3 |
The flesh bewildering simplicity | K |
And the plain strangeness of it thrilled again | E3 |
That wretched little quivering single string | N |
Which yielded not but held her to the place | G |
Where now for five triumphant years had slept | O4 |
The flameless dust of Argan He was gone | C3 |
The good man she had married long ago | G2 |
And she had lived and living she had learned | Q4 |
And surely there was nothing to regret | R4 |
Much happiness had been for each of them | T2 |
And they had been like lovers to the last | B4 |
And after that and long long after that | Q |
Her tears had washed out more of widowed grief | Y3 |
Than smiles had ever told of other joy | S4 |
But could she looking back find anything | N |
That should return to her in the new time | D3 |
And with relentless magic uncreate | Q |
This temple of new love where she had thrown | B |
Dead sorrow on the altar of new life | J2 |
Only one thing only one thread was left | Q |
When she broke that when reason snapped it off | T4 |
And once for all baffled the grave let go | G2 |
The trivial hideous hold it had on her | Q2 |
Then she were free free to be what she would | Q |
Free to be what she was And yet she stayed | Q |
Leashed as it were and with a cobweb strand | Q |
Close to a tombstone maybe to starve there | E4 |
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But why to starve And why stay there at all | F |
Why not make one good leap and then be done | P3 |
Forever and at once with Argan's ghost | Q |
And all such outworn churchyard servitude | Q |
For it was Argan's ghost that held the string | N |
And her sick fancy that held Argan's ghost | Q |
Held it and pitied it She laughed almost | Q |
There for the moment but her strained eyes filled | Q |
With tears and she was angry for those tears | G |
Angry at first then proud then sorry for them | T2 |
So she grew calm and after a vain chase | G |
For thoughts more vain she questioned of herself | U4 |
What measure of primeval doubts and fears | G |
Were still to be gone through that she might win | B2 |
Persuasion of her strength and of herself | U4 |
To be what she could see that she must be | K |
No matter where the ghost was And the more | J |
She lived the more she came to recognize | G |
That something out of her thrilled ignorance | G |
Was luminously proudly being born | V4 |
And thereby proving thought by forward thought | Q |
The prowess of its image and she learned | Q |
At length to look right on to the long days | G |
Before her without fearing She could watch | W4 |
The coming course of them as if they were | Q2 |
No more than birds that slowly silently | K |
And irretrievably should wing themselves | G |
Uncounted out of sight And when he came | D2 |
Again she might be free she would be free | K |
Else when he looked at her she must look down | Y |
Defeated and malignly dispossessed | Q |
Of what was hers to prove and in the proving | N |
Wisely to consecrate And if the plague | X4 |
Of that perverse defeat should come to be | K |
If at that sickening end she were to find | Q |
Herself to be the same poor prisoner | Q2 |
That he had found at first then she must lose | G |
All sight and sound of him she must abjure | Q2 |
All possible thought of him for he would go | G2 |
So far and for so long from her that love | Y4 |
Yes even a love like his exiled enough | D |
Might for another's touch be born again | E3 |
Born to be lost and starved for and not found | Q |
Or at the next the second wretchedest | Q |
It might go mutely flickering down and out | Q |
And on some incomplete and piteous day | Q |
Some perilous day to come she might at last | Q |
Learn with a noxious freedom what it is | G |
To be at peace with ghosts Then were the blow | G2 |
Thrice deadlier than any kind of death | M |
Could ever be to know that she had won | P3 |
The truth too late there were the dregs indeed | Q |
Of wisdom and of love the final thrust | Q |
Unmerciful and there where now did lie | A |
So plain before her the straight radiance | G |
Of what was her appointed way to take | U2 |
Were only the bleak ruts of an old road | Q |
That stretched ahead and faded and lay far | Q2 |
Through deserts of unconscionable years | G |
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But vampire thoughts like these confessed the doubt | Q |
That love denied and once if never again | E3 |
They should be turned away They might come back | L |
More craftily perchance they might come back | L |
And with a spirit thirst insatiable | K4 |
Finish the strength of her but now today | Q |
She would have none of them She knew that love | Y4 |
Was true that he was true that she was true | Q2 |
And should a death bed snare that she had made | Q |
So long ago be stretched inexorably | K |
Through all her life only to be unspun | E3 |
With her last breathing And were bats and threads | G |
Accursedly devised with watered gules | G |
To be Love's heraldry What were it worth | F3 |
To live and to find out that life were life | J2 |
But for an unrequited incubus | G |
Of outlawed shame that would not be thrown down | E3 |
Till she had thrown down fear and overcome | E2 |
The woman that was yet so much of her | Q2 |
That she might yet go mad What were it worth | F3 |
To live to linger and to be condemned | Q |
In her submission to a common thought | Q |
That clogged itself and made of its first faith | Z4 |
Its last impediment What augured it | Q |
Now in this quick beginning of new life | J2 |
To clutch the sunlight and be feeling back | L |
Back with a scared fantastic fearfulness | G |
To touch not knowing why the vexed up ghost | Q |
Of what was gone | E3 |
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Yes there was Argan's face | G |
Pallid and pinched and ruinously marked | Q |
With big pathetic bones there were his eyes | G |
Quiet and large fixed wistfully on hers | G |
And there close pressed again within her own | E3 |
Quivered his cold thin fingers And ah yes | G |
There were the words those dying words again | E3 |
And hers that answered when she promised him | R2 |
Promised him yes And had she known the truth | |
Of what she felt that he should ask her that | Q |
And had she known the love that was to be | K |
God knew that she could not have told him then | E3 |
But then she knew it not nor thought of it | Q |
There was no need of it nor was there need | Q |
Of any problematical support | Q |
Whereto to cling while she convinced herself | U4 |
That love's intuitive utility | K |
Inexorably merciful had proved | Q |
That what was human was unpermanent | Q |
And what was flesh was ashes She had told | Q |
Him then that she would love no other man | E3 |
That there was not another man on earth | F3 |
Whom she could ever love or who could make | U2 |
So much as a love thought go through her brain | E3 |
And he had smiled And just before he died | Q |
His lips had made as if to say something | N |
Something that passed unwhispered with his breath | M |
Out of her reach out of all quest of it | Q |
And then could she have known enough to know | E3 |
The meaning of her grief the folly of it | Q |
The faithlessness and the proud anguish of it | Q |
There might be now no threads to punish her | Q2 |
No vampire thoughts to suck the coward blood | Q |
The life the very soul of her | Q2 |
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Yes Yes | G |
They might come back But why should they come back | L |
Why was it she had suffered Why had she | K |
Struggled and grown these years to demonstrate | Q |
That close without those hovering clouds of gloom | L3 |
And through them here and there forever gleamed | Q |
The Light itself the life the love the glory | K |
Which was of its own radiance good proof | |
That all the rest was darkness and blind sight | Q |
And who was she The woman she had known | E3 |
The woman she had petted and called I | A |
The woman she had pitied and at last | Q |
Commiserated for the most abject | Q |
And persecuted of all womankind | Q |
Could it be she that had sought out the way | Q |
To measure and thereby to quench in her | Q2 |
The woman's fear the fear of her not fearing | N |
A nervous little laugh that lost itself | U4 |
Like logic in a dream fluttered her thoughts | G |
An instant there that ever she should ask | |
What she might then have told so easily | K |
So easily that Annandale had frowned | Q |
Had he been given wholly to be told | Q |
The truth of what had never been before | Q2 |
So passionately so inevitably | K |
Confessed | Q |
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For she could see from where she sat | Q |
The sheets that he had bound up like a book | M2 |
And covered with red leather and her eyes | G |
Could see between the pages of the book | M2 |
Though her eyes like them were closed And she could read | Q |
As well as if she had them in her hand | Q |
What he had written on them long ago | E3 |
Six years ago when he was waiting for her | Q2 |
She might as well have said that she could see | K |
The man himself as once he would have looked | Q |
Had she been there to watch him while he wrote | Q |
Those words and all for her For her whose face | G |
Had flashed itself prophetic and unseen | E3 |
But not unspirited between the life | J2 |
That would have been without her and the life | J2 |
That he had gathered up like frozen roots | G |
Out of a grave clod lying at his feet | Q |
Unconsciously and as unconsciously | K |
Transplanted and revived He did not know | E3 |
The kind of life that he had found nor did | Q |
He doubt not knowing it but well he knew | E3 |
That it was life new life and that the old | Q |
Might then with unimprisoned wings go free | K |
Onward and all along to its own light | Q |
Through the appointed shadow | E3 |
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While she gazed | Q |
Upon it there she felt within herself | U4 |
The growing of a newer consciousness | G |
The pride of something fairer than her first | Q |
Outclamoring of interdicted thought | Q |
Had ever quite foretold and all at once | G |
There quivered and requivered through her flesh | |
Like music like the sound of an old song | |
Triumphant love remembered murmurings | G |
Of what for passion's innocence had been | E3 |
Too mightily too perilously hers | G |
Ever to be reclaimed and realized | Q |
Until today Today she could throw off | T4 |
The burden that had held her down so long | |
And she could stand upright and she could see | G |
The way to take with eyes that had in them | T2 |
No gleam but of the spirit Day or night | Q |
No matter she could see what was to see | G |
All that had been till now shut out from her | Q2 |
The service the fulfillment and the truth | |
And thus the cruel wiseness of it all | F |
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So Damaris more like than anything | N |
To one long prisoned in a twilight cave | |
With hovering bats for all companionship | |
And after time set free to fight the sun | E3 |
Laughed out so glad she was to recognize | G |
The test of what had been through all her folly | G |
The courage of her conscience for she knew | E3 |
Now on a late flushed autumn afternoon | E3 |
That else had been too bodeful of dead things | G |
To be endured with aught but the same old | Q |
Inert self contradicted martyrdom | E2 |
Which she had known so long that she could look | M2 |
Right forward through the years nor any more | Q2 |
Shrink with a cringing prescience to behold | Q |
The glitter of dead summer on the grass | G |
Or the brown glimmered crimson of still trees | G |
Across the intervale where flashed along | |
Black silvered the cold river She had found | Q |
As if by some transcendent freakishness | G |
Of reason the glad life that she had sought | Q |
Where naught but obvious clouds could ever be | G |
Clouds to put out the sunlight from her eyes | G |
And to put out the love light from her soul | |
But they were gone now they were all gone | E3 |
And with a whimsied pathos like the mist | Q |
Of grief that clings to new found happiness | G |
Hard wrought she might have pity for the small | F |
Defeated quest of them that brushed her sight | Q |
Like flying lint lint that had once been thread | Q |
Yes like an anodyne the voice of him | R2 |
There were the words that he had made for her | Q2 |
For her alone The more she thought of them | T2 |
The more she lived them and the more she knew | E3 |
The life grip and the pulse of warm strength in them | T2 |
They were the first and last of words to her | Q2 |
And there was in them a far questioning | N |
That had for long been variously at work | |
Divinely and elusively at work | |
With her and with the grace that had been hers | G |
They were eternal words and they diffused | Q |
A flame of meaning that men's lexicons | G |
Had never kindled they were choral words | G |
That harmonized with love's enduring chords | G |
Like wisdom with release triumphant words | G |
That rang like elemental orisons | G |
Through ages out of ages words that fed | Q |
Love's hunger in the spirit words that smote | Q |
Thrilled words that echoed and barbed words that clung | |
And every one of them was like a friend | Q |
Whose obstinate fidelity well tried | Q |
Had found at last and irresistibly | G |
The way to her close conscience and thereby | A |
Revealed the unsubstantial Nemesis | G |
That she had clutched and shuddered at so long | |
And every one of them was like a real | |
And ringing voice clear toned and absolute | Q |
But of a love subdued authority | G |
That uttered thrice the plain significance | G |
Of what had else been generously vague | X4 |
And indolently true It may have been | E3 |
The triumph and the magic of the soul | |
Unspeakably revealed that finally | G |
Had reconciled the grim probationing | X4 |
Of wisdom with unalterable faith | Z4 |
But she could feel not knowing what it was | G |
For the sheer freedom of it a new joy | S4 |
That humanized the latent wizardry | G |
Of his prophetic voice and put for it | Q |
The man within the music | X4 |
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So it came | D2 |
To pass like many a long compelled emprise | G |
That with its first accomplishment almost | Q |
Annihilates its own severity | G |
That she could find whenever she might look | X4 |
The certified achievement of a love | Y4 |
That had endured self guarded and supreme | I |
To the glad end of all that wavering | X4 |
And she could see that now the flickering world | Q |
Of autumn was awake with sudden bloom | L3 |
New born perforce of a slow bourgeoning | X4 |
And she had found what more than half had been | E3 |
The grave deluded flesh bewildered fear | Q2 |
Which men and women struggle to call faith | Z4 |
To be the paid progression to an end | Q |
Whereat she knew the foresight and the strength | |
To glorify the gift of what was hers | G |
To vindicate the truth of what she was | G |
And had it come to her so suddenly | G |
There was a pity and a weariness | G |
In asking that and a great needlessness | G |
For now there were no wretched quivering strings | G |
That held her to the churchyard any more | Q2 |
There were no thoughts that flapped themselves like bats | G |
Around her any more The shield of love | Y4 |
Was clean and she had paid enough to learn | E3 |
How it had always been so And the truth | |
Like silence after some far victory | G |
Had come to her and she had found it out | Q |
As if it were a vision a thing born | E3 |
So suddenly just as a flower is born | E3 |
Or as a world is born so suddenly | G |
Edwin Arlington Robinson
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