Sestina: Altaforte Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBCDEF GHIJFJ JGFHJI IJJGHF B FIJHGJ B JFGIJH B HJJFIG B FIGLOQUITUR En Bertans de Born | A |
Dante Alighieri put this man in hell for that he was a stirrer up of strife | B |
Eccovi | B |
Judge ye | C |
Have I dug him up again | D |
The scene is at his castle Altaforte Papiols is his jongleur | E |
The Leopard the device of Richard Coeur de Lion | F |
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I | - |
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Damn it all all this our South stinks peace | G |
You whoreson dog Papiols come Let's to music | H |
I have no life save when the swords clash | I |
But ah when I see the standards gold vair purple opposing | J |
And the broad fields beneath them turn crimson | F |
Then howl I my heart nigh mad with rejoicing | J |
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II | - |
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In hot summer I have great rejoicing | J |
When the tempests kill the earth's foul peace | G |
And the lightning from black heav'n flash crimson | F |
And the fierce thunders roar me their music | H |
And the winds shriek through the clouds mad opposing | J |
And through all the riven skies God's swords clash | I |
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III | - |
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Hell grant soon we hear again the swords clash | I |
And the shrill neighs of destriers in battle rejoicing | J |
Spiked breast to spiked breat opposing | J |
Better one hour's stour than a year's peace | G |
With fat boards bawds wine and frail music | H |
Bah there's no wine like the blood's crimson | F |
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IV | B |
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And I love to see the sun rise blood crimson | F |
And I watch his spears through the dark clash | I |
And it fills all my heart with rejoicing | J |
And pries wide my mouth with fast music | H |
When I see him so scorn and defy peace | G |
His long might 'gainst all darkness opposing | J |
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V | B |
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The man who fears war and squats opposing | J |
My words for stour hath no blood of crimson | F |
But is fit only to rot in womanish peace | G |
Far from where worth's won and the swords clash | I |
For the death of such sluts I go rejoicing | J |
Yea I fill all the air with my music | H |
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VI | B |
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Papiols Papiols to the music | H |
There's no sound like to swords swords opposing | J |
No cry like the battle's rejoicing | J |
When our elbows and swords drip the crimson | F |
And our charges 'gainst The Leopard's rush clash | I |
May God damn for ever all who cry Peace | G |
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VII | B |
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And let the music of the swords make them crimson | F |
Hell grant soon we hear again the swords clash | I |
Hell blot black for always the thought Peace | G |
Ezra Pound
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