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Near Perigord Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
You'd have men's hearts up from the dust	B
And tell their secrets Messire Cino	C
Rigkt enough Then read between the lines of Uc St Circ	D
Solve me the riddle for you know the tale	E
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Bertrans En Bertrans left a fine canzone	C
Maent I love you you have turned me out	F
The voice at Montfort Lady Agnes' hair	G
Bel Miral's stature the viscountess' throat	H
Set all together are not worthy of you '	-
And all the while you sing out that canzone	C
Think you that Maent lived at Montaignac	D
One at Chalais another at Malemort	H
Hard over Brive for every lady a castle	I
Each place strong	D
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Oh is it easy enough	J
Tairiran held hall in Montaignac	D
His brother in law was all there was of power	K
In Perigord and this good union	C
Gobbled all the land and held it later for some hundred years	L
And our En Bertrans was in Altafort	H
Hub of the wheel the stirrer up of strife	M
As caught by Dante in the last wallow of hell	N
The headless trunk 'that made its head a lamp'	O
For separation wrought out separation	C
And he who set the strife between brother and brother	K
And had his way with the old English king	D
Viced in such torture for the 'counterpass'	L
How would you live with neighbours set about you	P
Poictiers and Brive untaken Rochecouart	H
Spread like the finger tips of one frail hand	H
And you on that great mountain of a palm	Q
Not a neat ledge not Foix between its streams	L
But one huge back half covered up with pine	C
Worked for and snatched from the string purse of Born	C
The four round towers four brothers mostly fools	L
What could he do but play the desperate chess	L
And stir old grudges	L
Pawn your castles lords	L
Let the Jews pay '	-
And the great scene	C
That maybe never happened	H
Beaten at last	H
Before the hard old king	D
'Your son ah since he died	H
''My wit and worth are cobwebs brushed aside	H
'In the full flare of grief Do what you will '	-
	-
Take the whole man and ravel out the story	R
He loved this lady in castle Montaignac	D
The castle flanked him he had need of it	H
You read to day how long the overlords of Perigord	H
The Talleyrands have held the place it was no transient fiction	C
And Maent failed him Or saw through the scheme	S
	-
And all his net like thought of new alliance	L
Chalais is high a level with the poplars	L
Its lowest stones just meet the valley tips	L
Where the low Dronne is filled with water lilies	L
And Rochecouart can match it stronger yet	H
The very spur's end built on sheerest cliff	T
And Malemort keeps its close hold on Brive	T
While Born his own close purse his rabbit warren	C
His subterranean chamber with a dozen doors	L
A bristle with antennae to feel roads	L
To sniff the traffic into Perigord	H
And that hard phalanx that unbroken line	C
The ten good miles from there to Maent's castle	I
All of his flank how could he do without her	K
And all the road to Cahors to Toulouse	L
would he do without her	K
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Papiol	I
Go forthright singing Anhes Cembelins	L
There is a throat ah there are two white hands	L
There is a trellis full of early roses	L
And all my heart is bound about with love	T
Where am I come with compound flatteries	L
What doors are open to fine compliment '	-
And every one half jealous of Maent	H
He wrote the catch to pit their jealousies	L
Against her give her pride in them	U
	-
Take his own speech make what you will of it	H
And still the knot the first knot of Maent	H
	-
Is it a love poem Did he sing of war	V
Is it an intrigue to run subtly out	H
Born of a jongleur's tongue freely to pass	L
Up and about and in and out the land	H
Mark him a craftsman and a strategist	H
St Leider had done as much as Polhonac	D
Singing a different stave as closely hidden	C
Oh there is precedent legal tradition	C
To sing one thing when your song means another	K
'Et albirar ab lor bordon '	-
Foix' count knew that What is Sir Bertrans' singing	D
Maent Maent and yet again Maent	H
Or war and broken heaumes and politics	L
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II	A
End fact Try fiction Let us say we see	L
En Bertrans a tower room at Hautefort	H
Sunset the ribbon like road lies in red cross light	H
Southward toward Montaignac and he bends at a table	I
Scribbling swearing between his teeth by his left hand	H
Lie little strips of parchment covered over	K
Scratched and erased with al and ochaisos	L
Testing his list of rhymes a lean man Bilious	L
With a red straggling beard	H
And the green cat's eye lifts toward Montaignac	D
	-
Or take his 'magnet' singer setting out	H
Dodging his way past Aubeterre singing at Chalais	L
In the vaulted hall	I
Or by a lichened tree at Rochecouart	H
Aimlessly watching a hawk above the valleys	L
Waiting his turn in the mid summer evening	D
Thinking of Aelis whom he loved heart and soul	I
To find her half alone Montfort away	W
And a brown placid hated woman visiting her	K
Spoiling his visit with a year before the next one	C
Little enough	T
Or carry him forward 'Go through all the courts	L
My Magnet ' Bertrans had said	H
	-
We came to Ventadour	K
In the mid love court he sings out the canzon	C
No one hears save Arrimon Luc D'Esparo	K
No one hears aught save the gracious sound of compliments	L
Sir Arrimon counts on his fingers Montfort	H
Rochecouart Chalais the rest the tactic	D
Malemort guesses beneath sends wrord to Cceur de Lion	C
The compact de Born smoked out trees felled	H
About his castle cattle driven out	H
Or no one sees it and En Bertrans prospered	H
	-
And ten years after or twenty as you will	I
Arnaut and Richard lodge beneath Chalus	L
The dull round towers encroaching on the field	H
The tents tight drawn horses at tether	K
Further and out of reach the purple night	H
The crackling of small fires the bannerets	L
The lazy leopards on the largest banner	K
Stray gleams on hanging mail an armourer's torch flare	K
Melting on steel	I
	-
And in the quietest space	L
They probe old scandals say de Born is dead	H
And we've the gossip skipped six hundred years	L
Richard shall die to morrow leave him there	K
Talking oftrobar clus with Daniel	I
And the 'best craftsman' sings out his friend's song	D
Envies its vigour and deplores the technique	D
Dispraises his own skill That's as you will	I
And they discuss the dead man	C
Plantagenet puts the riddle 'Did he love her '	-
And Arnaut parries 'Did he love your sister	K
True he has praised her but in some opinion	C
He wrote that praise only to show he had	H
The favour of your party had been well received '	-
	-
'You knew the man '	-
You knew the man '	-
'I am an artist you have tried both metiers '	-
'You were born near him '	-
'Do we know our friends '	-
'Say that he saw the castles say that he loved Maent '	-
'Say that he loved her does it solve the riddle '	-
End the discussion Richard goes out next day	W
And gets a quarrel bolt shot through his vizard	W
Pardons the bowman dies	L
	-
Ends our discussion Arnaut ends	L
In sacred odour' that's apocryphal	I
And we can leave the talk till Dante writes	L
Surely I saw and still before my eyes	L
Goes on that headless trunk that bears for light	W
Its own head swinging gripped by the dead hair	K
And like a swinging lamp that says 'Ah me	L
I severed men my head and heart	W
Ye see here severed my life's counterpart	W
Or take En Bertrans	L
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III	A
Bewildering spring and by the Auvezere	K
Poppies and day's eyes in the green mail	I
Rose over us and we knew all that stream	S
And our two horses had traced out the valleys	L
Knew the low flooded lands squared out with poplars	L
In the young days when the deep sky befriended	W
And great wings beat above us in the twilight	W
And the great wheels in heaven	C
Bore us together surging and apart	W
Believing we should meet with lips and hands	L
	-
High high and sure and then the counter thrust	W
Why do you love me Will you always love me	L
But I am like the grass I can not love you '	-
Or Love and I love and love you	P
And hate your mind not you your soul your hands '	-
	-
So to this last estrangement Tairiran	C
	-
There shut up in his castle Tairiran's	L
She who had nor ears nor tongue save in her hands	L
Gone ah gone untouched unreachable	I
She who could never live save through one person	C
She who c	L