The Gypsy And The Wind Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHDIJKLMN ABOOOOOP QROS EKKT OUVW XRXOOO YOOO ODZA2 OB2C2D2 DKOOPlaying her parchment moon | A |
Precosia comes | B |
along a watery path of laurels and crystal lights | C |
The starless silence fleeing | D |
from her rhythmic tambourine | E |
falls where the sea whips and sings | F |
his night filled with silvery swarms | G |
High atop the mountain peaks | H |
the sentinels are weeping | D |
they guard the tall white towers | I |
of the English consulate | J |
And gypsies of the water | K |
for their pleasure erect | L |
little castles of conch shells | M |
and arbors of greening pine | N |
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Playing her parchment moon | A |
Precosia comes | B |
The wind sees her and rises | O |
the wind that never slumbers | O |
Naked Saint Christopher swells | O |
watching the girl as he plays | O |
with tongues of celestial bells | O |
on an invisible bagpipe | P |
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Gypsy let me lift your skirt | Q |
and have a look at you | R |
Open in my ancient fingers | O |
the blue rose of your womb | S |
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Precosia throws the tambourine | E |
and runs away in terror | K |
But the virile wind pursues her | K |
with his breathing and burning sword | T |
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The sea darkens and roars | O |
while the olive trees turn pale | U |
The flutes of darkness sound | V |
and a muted gong of the snow | W |
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Precosia run Precosia | X |
Or the green wind will catch you | R |
Precosia run Precosia | X |
And look how fast he comes | O |
A satyr of low born stars | O |
with their long and glistening tongues | O |
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Precosia filled with fear | Y |
now makes her way to that house | O |
beyond the tall green pines | O |
where the English consul lives | O |
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Alarmed by the anguished cries | O |
three riflemen come running | D |
their black capes tightly drawn | Z |
and berets down over their brow | A2 |
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The Englishman gives the gypsy | O |
a glass of tepid milk | B2 |
and a shot of Holland gin | C2 |
which Precosia does not drink | D2 |
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And while she tells them weeping | D |
of her strange adventure | K |
the wind furiously gnashes | O |
against the slate roof tiles | O |
Federico Garca-a Lorca
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