The Burglar Of Babylon Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAC DEFE GHIH FJFK LFMN OPQP RSTS PFUN PVWV PXYN PZA2Z PPOP B2C2CN FD2PD2 WD2PD2 WD2PD2 E2F2PP OTPE2 OG2H2G2 I2J2K2J2 TPL2P GPM2P N2J2PO PFL2F O2NCN P2YPQ2 GPL2P E2R2PN PPPP GE2GE2 DS2L2T2 ODGD T2PPP YPU2P PV2PV2 L2VOW2 L2PL2P ONT2N X2Y2PY2 PLPL PZ2PZ2 PJOJ OJ2OJ2 YCT2B PA2X2P ABAC LFPNOn the fair green hills of Rio | A |
There grows a fearful stain | B |
The poor who come to Rio | A |
And can't go home again | C |
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On the hills a million people | D |
A million sparrows nest | E |
Like a confused migration | F |
That's had to light and rest | E |
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Building its nests or houses | G |
Out of nothing at all or air | H |
You'd think a breath would end them | I |
They perch so lightly there | H |
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But they cling and spread like lichen | F |
And people come and come | J |
There's one hill called the Chicken | F |
And one called Catacomb | K |
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There's the hill of Kerosene | L |
And the hill of Skeleton | F |
The hill of Astonishment | M |
And the hill of Babylon | N |
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Micu ccedil uacute was a burglar and killer | O |
An enemy of society | P |
He had escaped three times | Q |
From the worst penitentiary | P |
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They don't know how many he murdered | R |
Though they say he never raped | S |
And he wounded two policemen | T |
This last time he escaped | S |
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They said He'll go to his auntie | P |
Who raised him like a son | F |
She has a little drink shop | U |
On the hill of Babylon | N |
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He did go straight to his auntie | P |
And he drank a final beer | V |
He told her The soldiers are coming | W |
And I've got to disappear | V |
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Ninety years they gave me | P |
Who wants to live that long | X |
I'll settle for ninety hours | Y |
On the hill of Babylon | N |
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Don't tell anyone you saw me | P |
I'll run as long as I can | Z |
You were good to me and I love you | A2 |
But I'm a doomed man | Z |
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Going out he met a mulata | P |
Carrying water on her head | P |
If you say you saw me daughter | O |
You're as good as dead | P |
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There are caves up there and hideouts | B2 |
And an old fort falling down | C2 |
They used to watch for Frenchmen | C |
From the hill of Babylon | N |
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Below him was the ocean | F |
It reached far up the sky | D2 |
Flat as a wall and on it | P |
Were freighters passing by | D2 |
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Or climbing the wall and climbing | W |
Till each looked like a fly | D2 |
And then fell over and vanished | P |
And he knew he was going to die | D2 |
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He could hear the goats baa baa ing | W |
He could hear the babies cry | D2 |
Fluttering kites strained upward | P |
And he knew he was going to die | D2 |
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A buzzard flapped so near him | E2 |
He could see its naked neck | F2 |
He waved his arms and shouted | P |
Not yet my son not yet | P |
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An Army helicopter | O |
Came nosing around and in | T |
He could see two men inside it | P |
but they never spotted him | E2 |
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The soldiers were all over | O |
On all sides of the hill | G2 |
And right against the skyline | H2 |
A row of them small and still | G2 |
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Children peeked out of windows | I2 |
And men in the drink shop swore | J2 |
And spat a little cacha ccedil a | K2 |
At the light cracks in the floor | J2 |
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But the soldiers were nervous even | T |
with tommy guns in hand | P |
And one of them in a panic | L2 |
Shot the officer in command | P |
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He hit him in three places | G |
The other shots went wild | P |
The soldier had hysterics | M2 |
And sobbed like a little child | P |
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The dying man said Finish | N2 |
The job we came here for | J2 |
he committed his soul to God | P |
And his sons to the Governor | O |
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They ran and got a priest | P |
And he died in hope of Heaven | F |
A man from Pernambuco | L2 |
The youngest of eleven | F |
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They wanted to stop the search | O2 |
but the Army said No go on | N |
So the soldiers swarmed again | C |
Up the hill of Babylon | N |
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Rich people in apartments | P2 |
Watched through binoculars | Y |
As long as the daylight lasted | P |
And all night under the stars | Q2 |
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Micu ccedil uacute hid in the grasses | G |
Or sat in a little tree | P |
Listening for sounds and staring | L2 |
At the lighthouse out at sea | P |
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And the lighthouse stared back at him | E2 |
til finally it was dawn | R2 |
He was soaked with dew and hungry | P |
On the hill of Babylon | N |
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The yellow sun was ugly | P |
Like a raw egg on a plate | P |
Slick from the sea He cursed it | P |
For he knew it sealed his fate | P |
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He saw the long white beaches | G |
And people going to swim | E2 |
With towels and beach umbrellas | G |
But the soldiers were after him | E2 |
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Far far below the people | D |
Were little colored spots | S2 |
And the heads of those in swimming | L2 |
Were floating coconuts | T2 |
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He heard the peanut vendor | O |
Go peep peep on his whistle | D |
And the man that sells umbrellas | G |
Swinging his watchman's rattle | D |
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Women with market baskets | T2 |
Stood on the corners and talked | P |
Then went on their way to market | P |
Gazing up as they walked | P |
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The rich with their binoculars | Y |
Were back again and many | P |
Were standing on the rooftops | U2 |
Among TV antennae | P |
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It was early eight or eight thirty | P |
He saw a soldier climb | V2 |
Looking right at him He fired | P |
And missed for the last time | V2 |
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He could hear the soldier panting | L2 |
Though he never got very near | V |
Micu ccedil uacute dashed for shelter | O |
But he got it behind the ear | W2 |
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He heard the babies crying | L2 |
Far far away in his head | P |
And the mongrels barking and barking | L2 |
Then Micu ccedil uacute was dead | P |
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He had a Taurus revolver | O |
And just the clothes he had on | N |
With two contos in the pockets | T2 |
On the hill of Babylon | N |
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The police and the populace | X2 |
Heaved a sigh of relief | Y2 |
But behind the counter his auntie | P |
Wiped her eyes in grief | Y2 |
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We have always been respected | P |
My shop is honest and clean | L |
I loved him but from a baby | P |
Micu ccedil uacute was mean | L |
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We have always been respected | P |
His sister has a job | Z2 |
Both of us gave him money | P |
Why did he have to rob | Z2 |
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I raised him to be honest | P |
Even here in Babylon slum | J |
The customers had another | O |
Looking serious and glum | J |
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But one of them said to another | O |
When he got outside the door | J2 |
He wasn't much of a burglar | O |
He got caught six times or more | J2 |
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This morning the little soldiers | Y |
are on Babylon hill again | C |
Their gun barrels and helmets | T2 |
Shine in a gentle rain | B |
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Micu ccedil uacute is buried already | P |
They're after another two | A2 |
But they say they aren't as dangerous | X2 |
As the poor Micu ccedil uacute | P |
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On the green hills of Rio | A |
There grows a fearful stain | B |
The poor who come to Rio | A |
And can't go home again | C |
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There's the hill of Kerosene | L |
And the hill of the Skeleton | F |
The hill of Astonishment | P |
And the hill of Babylon | N |
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