Marvoil Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDE FGHIJKAJCJ JKGLJJJ MGCNKJ GHJA GJJOJP GGJGO GQGG

A poor clerk I 'Arnaut the less' they call meA
And because I have small mind to sitB
Day long long day cooped on a stoolC
A jumbling o' figures for Maitre Jacques PolinD
I ha' taken to rambling the South hereE
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The Vicomte of Beziers's not such a bad lotF
I made rimes to his lady this three yearG
Vers and canzone till that damn'd son of AragonH
Alfonso the half bald took to hangingI
His helmet at BeziersJ
Then came what might come to wit three men and one womanK
Beziers off at Mont Ausier I and his ladyA
Singing the stars in the turrets of BeziersJ
And one lean Aragonese cursing the seneschalC
To the end that you see friendsJ
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Aragon cursing in Aragon Beziers busy at BeziersJ
Bored to an inch of extinctionK
Tibors all tongue and temper at Mont AusierG
Me in this damn'd inn of AvignonL
Stringing long verse for the BurlatzJ
All for one half bald knock knee'd king of the AragoneseJ
Alfonso Quattro poke noseJ
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And if when I am deadM
They take the trouble to tear out this wall hereG
They' know more of Arnaut of MarvoilC
Than half his canzoni say of himN
As for will and testament I leave noneK
Save this Vers and canzone to the Countess of BeziersJ
In return for the first kiss she gave me '-
May her eyes and her cheek be fairG
To all men except the King of AragonH
And may I come'speedily to BeziersJ
Whither my desire and my dream have preceded meA
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O hole in the wall here be thou my jongleurG
As ne'er had I other and when the wind blowsJ
Sing thou the grace of the Lady of BeziersJ
For even as thou art hollow before I fill thee with this parchmentO
So is my heart hollow when she filleth not mine eyesJ
And so were my mind hollow did she not fill utterly my thoughtP
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Wherefore O hole in the wall hereG
When the wind blows sigh thou for my sorrowG
That I have not the Countess of BeziersJ
Close in my arms hereG
Even as thou shalt soon have this parchmentO
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O hole in the wall here be thou my jongleurG
And though thou sighest my sorrow in the windQ
Keep yet my secret in thy breast hereG
Even as I keep her image in my heart hereG

Ezra Pound



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