City That Does Not Sleep Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEDF GAHIGJK LMNIOIIEI PIIDI PNIQLRSTUIVVVE GVIWIESX VDYYI

asleepA
The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl about their cabinsB
The living iguanas will come and bite the men who do not dreamC
and the man who rushes out with his spirit broken will meet on theD
street cornerE
the unbelievable alligator quiet beneath the tender protest of theD
starsF
-
Nobody is asleep on earth Nobody nobodyG
Nobody is asleepA
In a graveyard far off there is a corpseH
who has moaned for three yearsI
because of a dry countryside on his kneeG
and that boy they buried this morning cried so muchJ
it was necessary to call out the dogs to keep him quietK
-
Life is not a dream Careful Careful CarefulL
We fall down the stairs in order to eat the moist earthM
or we climb to the knife edge of the snow with the voices of the deadN
dahliasI
But forgetfulness does not exist dreams do not existO
flesh exists Kisses tie our mouthsI
in a thicket of new veinsI
and whoever his pain pains will feel that pain foreverE
and whoever is afraid of death will carry it on his shouldersI
-
One dayP
the horses will live in the saloonsI
and the enraged antsI
will throw themselves on the yellow skies that take refuge in theD
eyes of cowsI
-
Another dayP
we will watch the preserved butterflies rise from the deadN
and still walking through a country of gray sponges and silent boatsI
we will watch our ring flash and roses spring from our tongueQ
Careful Be careful Be carefulL
The men who still have marks of the claw and the thunderstormR
and that boy who cries because he has never heard of the inventionS
of the bridgeT
or that dead man who possesses now only his head and a shoeU
we must carry them to the wall where the iguanas and the snakesI
are waitingV
where the bear's teeth are waitingV
where the mummified hand of the boy is waitingV
and the hair of the camel stands on end with a violent blue shudderE
-
Nobody is sleeping in the sky Nobody nobodyG
Nobody is sleepingV
If someone does close his eyesI
a whip boys a whipW
Let there be a landscape of open eyesI
and bitter wounds on fireE
No one is sleeping in this world No one no oneS
I have said it beforeX
-
No one is sleepingV
But if someone grows too much moss on his temples during theD
nightY
open the stage trapdoors so he can see in the moonlightY
the lying goblets and the poison and the skull of the theatersI

Federico Garca-a Lorca



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