Lament For Ignacio Sà¡nchez Mejàas Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCBDBE FBFBFBGBHBIBJBKBLBMB NBBB OBPBOBQBRBSBTBBBUB V W XVY W ZA2B2C2 W FC2C2 W D2E2VYYEC2F2G2Y C2C2H2I2FJ2YYYYK2C2C 2L2YM2Y C2M2C2C2C2C2C2YFJ2YN 2C2K2C2ZO2YYC2LFC2C2 YFFC2 YC2C2FLC2C2YC2E2YFP2 FFC2FYYYYC2FFY Y Q2C2R2C2 C2C2EY C2FFC2 EC2FF S2YFY T2U2C2C2 FFYC2Y C2C2LY EC2YA FC2V2C2 BFC2I C2C2LC2 F FC2FF FYFF C2C2C2F FF2ZC2 FC2LS2Y GFEC2| Cogida and death | A |
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| At five in the afternoon | B |
| It was exactly five in the afternoon | B |
| A boy brought the white sheet | C |
| at five in the afternoon | B |
| A frail of lime ready prepared | D |
| at five in the afternoon | B |
| The rest was death and death alone | E |
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| The wind carried away the cottonwool | F |
| at five in the afternoon | B |
| And the oxide scattered crystal and nickel | F |
| at five in the afternoon | B |
| Now the dove and the leopard wrestle | F |
| at five in the afternoon | B |
| And a thigh with a desolated horn | G |
| at five in the afternoon | B |
| The bass string struck up | H |
| at five in the afternoon | B |
| Arsenic bells and smoke | I |
| at five in the afternoon | B |
| Groups of silence in the corners | J |
| at five in the afternoon | B |
| And the bull alone with a high heart | K |
| At five in the afternoon | B |
| When the sweat of snow was coming | L |
| at five in the afternoon | B |
| when the bull ring was covered with iodine | M |
| at five in the afternoon | B |
| Death laid eggs in the wound | N |
| at five in the afternoon | B |
| At five in the afternoon | B |
| At five o'clock in the afternoon | B |
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| A coffin on wheels is his bed | O |
| at five in the afternoon | B |
| Bones and flutes resound in his ears | P |
| at five in the afternoon | B |
| Now the bull was bellowing through his forehead | O |
| at five in the afternoon | B |
| The room was iridiscent with agony | Q |
| at five in the afternoon | B |
| In the distance the gangrene now comes | R |
| at five in the afternoon | B |
| Horn of the lily through green groins | S |
| at five in the afternoon | B |
| The wounds were burning like suns | T |
| at five in the afternoon | B |
| At five in the afternoon | B |
| Ah that fatal five in the afternoon | B |
| It was five by all the clocks | U |
| It was five in the shade of the afternoon | B |
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| The Spilled Blood | V |
| - | |
| I will not see it | W |
| - | |
| Tell the moon to come | X |
| for I do not want to see the blood | V |
| of Ignacio on the sand | Y |
| - | |
| I will not see it | W |
| - | |
| The moon wide open | Z |
| Horse of still clouds | A2 |
| and the grey bull ring of dreams | B2 |
| with willows in the barreras | C2 |
| - | |
| I will not see it | W |
| - | |
| Let my memory kindle | F |
| Warm the jasmines | C2 |
| of such minute whiteness | C2 |
| - | |
| I will not see it | W |
| - | |
| The cow of the ancient world | D2 |
| passed har sad tongue | E2 |
| over a snout of blood | V |
| spilled on the sand | Y |
| and the bulls of Guisando | Y |
| partly death and partly stone | E |
| bellowed like two centuries | C2 |
| sated with threading the earth | F2 |
| No | G2 |
| I will not see it | Y |
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| Ignacio goes up the tiers | C2 |
| with all his death on his shoulders | C2 |
| He sought for the dawn | H2 |
| but the dawn was no more | I2 |
| He seeks for his confident profile | F |
| and the dream bewilders him | J2 |
| He sought for his beautiful body | Y |
| and encountered his opened blood | Y |
| Do not ask me to see it | Y |
| I do not want to hear it spurt | Y |
| each time with less strength | K2 |
| that spurt that illuminates | C2 |
| the tiers of seats and spills | C2 |
| over the cordury and the leather | L2 |
| of a thirsty multiude | Y |
| Who shouts that I should come near | M2 |
| Do not ask me to see it | Y |
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| His eyes did not close | C2 |
| when he saw the horns near | M2 |
| but the terrible mothers | C2 |
| lifted their heads | C2 |
| And across the ranches | C2 |
| an air of secret voices rose | C2 |
| shouting to celestial bulls | C2 |
| herdsmen of pale mist | Y |
| There was no prince in Sevilla | F |
| who could compare to him | J2 |
| nor sword like his sword | Y |
| nor heart so true | N2 |
| Like a river of lions | C2 |
| was his marvellous strength | K2 |
| and like a marble toroso | C2 |
| his firm drawn moderation | Z |
| The air of Andalusian Rome | O2 |
| gilded his head | Y |
| where his smile was a spikenard | Y |
| of wit and intelligence | C2 |
| What a great torero in the ring | L |
| What a good peasant in the sierra | F |
| How gentle with the sheaves | C2 |
| How hard with the spurs | C2 |
| How tender with the dew | Y |
| How dazzling the fiesta | F |
| How tremendous with the final | F |
| banderillas of darkness | C2 |
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| But now he sleeps without end | Y |
| Now the moss and the grass | C2 |
| open with sure fingers | C2 |
| the flower of his skull | F |
| And now his blood comes out singing | L |
| singing along marshes and meadows | C2 |
| sliden on frozen horns | C2 |
| faltering soulles in the mist | Y |
| stoumbling over a thousand hoofs | C2 |
| like a long dark sad tongue | E2 |
| to form a pool of agony | Y |
| close to the starry Guadalquivir | F |
| Oh white wall of Spain | P2 |
| Oh black bull of sorrow | F |
| Oh hard blood of Ignacio | F |
| Oh nightingale of his veins | C2 |
| No | F |
| I will not see it | Y |
| No chalice can contain it | Y |
| no swallows can drink it | Y |
| no frost of light can cool it | Y |
| nor song nor deluge og white lilies | C2 |
| no glass can cover mit with silver | F |
| No | F |
| I will not see it | Y |
| - | |
| The Laid Out Body | Y |
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| Stone is a forehead where dreames grieve | Q2 |
| without curving waters and frozen cypresses | C2 |
| Stone is a shoulder on which to bear Time | R2 |
| with trees formed of tears and ribbons and planets | C2 |
| - | |
| I have seen grey showers move towards the waves | C2 |
| raising their tender riddle arms | C2 |
| to avoid being caught by lying stone | E |
| which loosens their limbs without soaking their blood | Y |
| - | |
| For stone gathers seed and clouds | C2 |
| skeleton larks and wolves of penumbra | F |
| but yields not sounds nor crystals nor fire | F |
| only bull rings and bull rings and more bull rings without walls | C2 |
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| Now Ignacio the well born lies on the stone | E |
| All is finished What is happening Contemplate his face | C2 |
| death has covered him with pale sulphur | F |
| and has place on him the head of dark minotaur | F |
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| All is finished The rain penetrates his mouth | S2 |
| The air as if mad leaves his sunken chest | Y |
| and Love soaked through with tears of snow | F |
| warms itself on the peak of the herd | Y |
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| What is they saying A stenching silence settles down | T2 |
| We are here with a body laid out which fades away | U2 |
| with a pure shape which had nightingales | C2 |
| and we see it being filled with depthless holes | C2 |
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| Who creases the shroud What he says is not true | F |
| Nobody sings here nobody weeps in the corner | F |
| nobody pricks the spurs nor terrifies the serpent | Y |
| Here I want nothing else but the round eyes | C2 |
| to see his body without a chance of rest | Y |
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| Here I want to see those men of hard voice | C2 |
| Those that break horses and dominate rivers | C2 |
| those men of sonorous skeleton who sing | L |
| with a mouth full of sun and flint | Y |
| - | |
| Here I want to see them Before the stone | E |
| Before this body with broken reins | C2 |
| I want to know from them the way out | Y |
| for this captain stripped down by death | A |
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| I want them to show me a lament like a river | F |
| wich will have sweet mists and deep shores | C2 |
| to take the body of Ignacio where it looses itself | V2 |
| without hearing the double planting of the bulls | C2 |
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| Loses itself in the round bull ring of the moon | B |
| which feigns in its youth a sad quiet bull | F |
| loses itself in the night without song of fishes | C2 |
| and in the white thicket of frozen smoke | I |
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| I don't want to cover his face with handkerchiefs | C2 |
| that he may get used to the death he carries | C2 |
| Go Ignacio feel not the hot bellowing | L |
| Sleep fly rest even the sea dies | C2 |
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| Absent Soul | F |
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| The bull does not know you nor the fig tree | F |
| nor the horses nor the ants in your own house | C2 |
| The child and the afternoon do not know you | F |
| because you have dead forever | F |
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| The shoulder of the stone does not know you | F |
| nor the black silk where you are shuttered | Y |
| Your silent memory does not know you | F |
| because you have died forever | F |
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| The autumn will come with small white snails | C2 |
| misty grapes and clustered hills | C2 |
| but no one will look into your eyes | C2 |
| because you have died forever | F |
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| Because you have died for ever | F |
| like all the dead of the earth | F2 |
| like all the dead who are forgotten | Z |
| in a heap of lifeless dogs | C2 |
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| Nobady knows you No But I sing of you | F |
| For posterity I sing of your profile and grace | C2 |
| Of the signal maturity of your understanding | L |
| Of your appetite for death and the taste of its mouth | S2 |
| Of the sadness of your once valiant gaiety | Y |
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| It will be a long time if ever before there is born | G |
| an Andalusian so true so rich in adventure | F |
| I sing of his elegance with words that groan | E |
| and I remember a sad breeze through the olive trees | C2 |
Federico Garca-a Lorca
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