Landscape Of A Vomiting Multitude Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEBBBBBBFGH IJBGKBBBK ABBLJBCMBBNOPQRB ABSTU| The fat lady came out first | A |
| tearing out roots and moistening drumskins | B |
| The fat lady | C |
| who turns dying octopuses inside out | D |
| The fat lady the moon's antagonist | E |
| was running through the streets and deserted buildings | B |
| and leaving tiny skulls of pigeons in the corners | B |
| and stirring up the furies of the last centuries' feasts | B |
| and summoning the demon of bread through the sky's clean swept hills | B |
| and filtering a longing for light into subterranean tunnels | B |
| The graveyards yes the graveyards | B |
| and the sorrow of the kitchens buried in sand | F |
| the dead pheasants and apples of another era | G |
| pushing it into our throat | H |
| - | |
| There were murmuring from the jungle of vomit | I |
| with the empty women with hot wax children | J |
| with fermented trees and tireless waiters | B |
| who serve platters of salt beneath harps of saliva | G |
| There's no other way my son vomit There's no other way | K |
| It's not the vomit of hussars on the breasts of their whores | B |
| nor the vomit of cats that inadvertently swallowed frogs | B |
| but the dead who scratch with clay hands | B |
| on flint gates where clouds and desserts decay | K |
| - | |
| The fat lady came first | A |
| with the crowds from the ships taverns and parks | B |
| Vomit was delicately shaking its drums | B |
| among a few little girls of blood | L |
| who were begging the moon for protection | J |
| Who could imagine my sadness | B |
| The look on my face was mine but now isn't me | C |
| the naked look on my face trembling for alcohol | M |
| and launching incredible ships | B |
| through the anemones of the piers | B |
| I protect myself with this look | N |
| that flows from waves where no dawn would go | O |
| I poet without arms lost | P |
| in the vomiting multitude | Q |
| with no effusive horse to shear | R |
| the thick moss from my temples | B |
| - | |
| The fat lady went first | A |
| and the crowds kept looking for pharmacies | B |
| where the bitter tropics could be found | S |
| Only when a flag went up and the first dogs arrived | T |
| did the entire city rush to the railings of the boardwalk | U |
Federico Garca-a Lorca
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