To Pablo Neruda Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABC DEFGHI HJCK LHMJMNOP QRSTH USQVW XYZA2R CB2TC2 D2TLE2 F2E2F2E2 F2F2F2CF2F2F2G2 H2I2F2F2DJ2F2K2 E2G2E2L2 HF2F2F2F2F2Again again | A |
I have read your books | B |
without ever wishing to know you | C |
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I suck the alphabet of blood | D |
I chew the iron filings of your words | E |
I kiss your images like moist mouths | F |
while the black seeds of your syllables | G |
fly fly fly | H |
into my lungs | I |
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Untranslated untranslatable | H |
you are rooted inside me | J |
not you but the you | C |
of your poems | K |
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the man of his word | L |
the lover who digs into the alien soil | H |
of one North American woman | M |
plants a baby | J |
love child of Whitman | M |
crossed with the Spanish language | N |
embryo sapling half breed | O |
of my tongue | P |
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I saw you once | Q |
your flesh | R |
at Columbia | S |
My alma mater | T |
you the visiting soul | H |
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Buddha like | U |
you sat before a Buddha | S |
the audience | Q |
craned its neck | V |
to take you in | W |
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Freak show | X |
visiting poet | Y |
You sat clothed | Z |
in your thick | A2 |
imperious flesh | R |
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I wanted to comfort you | C |
not to stare | B2 |
Our words knew each other | T |
That was enough | C2 |
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Now you are dead | D2 |
of fascism cancer | T |
your books scattered | L |
the oil cruet on the floor | E2 |
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The sea surges through your house | F2 |
at Isla Negra | E2 |
the jackboots | F2 |
walk on water | E2 |
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Poet of cats grapefruits | F2 |
of elephant saints | F2 |
poet of broken dishes | F2 |
Machu Picchu | C |
poet of panthers | F2 |
pantheresses | F2 |
poet of lemons | F2 |
poet of lemony light | G2 |
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The flies swarm | H2 |
thicker than print on a page | I2 |
poetry blackens | F2 |
like overripe bananas | F2 |
The fascists you hated | D |
the communists you loved | J2 |
obscure the light the lemons | F2 |
with their buzzing | K2 |
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We were together | E2 |
on the side of light | G2 |
We walked together | E2 |
though we never met | L2 |
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The eyes are not political | H |
nor the tastebuds | F2 |
the flesh tastes salty always | F2 |
like the sea | F2 |
the sea | F2 |
turns back the flies | F2 |
Erica Jong
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