Piere Vidal Old Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDB BEBEDE FGBGFG HIJIKI BGKLML NOPQOM RSRFTF UVUFUW BXVBYB BZA2ZKP BBBBB2 K FG| When I but think upon the great dead days | A |
| And turn my mind upon that splendid madness | B |
| Lo I do curse my strength | C |
| And blame the sun his gladness | B |
| For that the one is dead | D |
| And the red sun mocks my sadness | B |
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| Behold me Vidal that was fool of fools | B |
| Swift as the king wolf was I and as strong | E |
| When tall stags fled me through the alder brakes | B |
| And every jongleur knew me in his song | E |
| And the hounds fled and the deer fled | D |
| And none fled over long | E |
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| Even the grey pack knew me and knew fear | F |
| God how the swiftest hind's blood spurted hot | G |
| Over the sharpened teeth and purpling lips | B |
| Hot was that hind's blood yet it scorched me not | G |
| As did first scorn then lips of the Penautier | F |
| Aye ye are fools if ye think time can blot | G |
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| From Piere Vidal s remembrance that blue night | H |
| God but the purple of the sky was deep | I |
| Clear deep translucent so the stars me seemed | J |
| Set deep in crystal and because my sleep | I |
| Rare visitor came not the Saints I guerdon | K |
| For that restlessness Piere set to keep | I |
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| One more fool's vigil with the hollyhocks | B |
| Swift came the Loba as a branch that's caught | G |
| Torn green and silent in the swollen Rhone | K |
| Green was her mantle close and wrought | L |
| Of some thin silk stuff that's scarce stuff at all | M |
| But like a mist wherethrough her white form fought | L |
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| And conquered Ah God conquered | N |
| Silent my mate came as the night was still | O |
| Speech Words Faugh Who talks of words and love | P |
| Hot is such love and silent | Q |
| Silent as fate is and as strong until | O |
| It faints in taking and in giving all | M |
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| Stark keen triumphant till it plays at death | R |
| God she was white then splendid as some tomb | S |
| High wrought of marble and the panting breath | R |
| Ceased utterly Well then I waited drew | F |
| Half sheathed then naked from its saffron sheath | T |
| Drew full this dagger that doth tremble here | F |
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| Just then she woke and mocked the less keen blade | U |
| Ah God the Loba and my only mate | V |
| Was there such flesh made ever and unmade | U |
| God curse the years that turn such women grey | F |
| Behold here Vidal that was hunted flayed | U |
| Shamed and yet bowed not and that won at last | W |
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| And yet I curse the sun for his red gladness | B |
| I that have known strath garth brake dale | X |
| And every run away of the wood through that great | V |
| madness | B |
| Behold me shrivelled as an old oak's trunk | Y |
| And made men's mock'ry in my rotten sadness | B |
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| No man hath heard the glory of my days | B |
| No man hath dared and won his dare as I | Z |
| One night one body and one welding flame | A2 |
| What do ye own ye niggards that can buy | Z |
| Such glory of the earth Or who will win | K |
| Such battle guerdon with his 'prowesse high' | P |
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| O age gone lax O stunted followers | B |
| That mask at passions and desire desires | B |
| Behold me shrivelled and your mock of mocks | B |
| And yet I mock you by the mighty fires | B |
| That burnt me to this ash | B2 |
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| Ah Cabaret Ah Cabaret thy hills again | K |
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| Take your hands off me Sniffing the air | F |
| Ha this scent is hot | G |
Ezra Pound
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