Ann Arbor Variations Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDE FGHG IJKI GFGI LGGM JNGJ IOI GPJ IIQ GGI ORI JST IIF UIGOIVIFRGIGWIXF OIYI ZFKI A2IB2C2 FGQD2 RIBI E2JGO| A | |
| Wet heat drifts through the afternoon | B |
| like a campus dog a fraternity ghost | C |
| waiting to stay home from football games | D |
| The arches are empty clear to the sky | E |
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| Except for the leaves those lashes of our | F |
| thinking and dreaming and drinking sight | G |
| The spherical radiance the Old English | H |
| look the sum of our being hath perced | G |
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| to the roote all our springs and falls | I |
| and now rolls over our limpness a daily | J |
| dragon We lose our health in a love | K |
| of color drown in a fountain of myriads | I |
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| as simply as children It is too hot | G |
| our birth was given up to screaming Our | F |
| life on these street lawns seems silent | G |
| The leaves chatter their comparisons | I |
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| to the wind and the sky fills up | L |
| before we are out of bed O infinite | G |
| our siestas adobe effigies in a land | G |
| that is sick of us and our tanned flesh | M |
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| The wind blows towards us particularly | J |
| the sobbing of our dear friends on both | N |
| coasts We are sick of living and afraid | G |
| that death will not be by water o sea | J |
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| Along the walks and shaded ways | I |
| pregnant women look snidely at children | O |
| Two weeks ago they were told in these | I |
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| selfsame pools of trefoil the market | G |
| for emeralds is collapsing chlorophyll | P |
| shines in your eyes the sea's misery | J |
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| is progenitor of the dark moss which hides | I |
| on the north side of trees and cries | I |
| What do they think of slim kids now | Q |
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| and how when the summer's gong of day | G |
| and night slithers towards their sweat | G |
| and towards the nest of their arms | I |
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| and thighs do they feel about children | O |
| whose hides are pearly with days of swimming | R |
| Do they mistake these fresh drops for tears | I |
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| The wind works over these women constantly | J |
| trying perhaps to curdle their milk | S |
| or make their spring unseasonably fearful | T |
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| season they face with dread and bright eyes | I |
| The leaves wrinkled or shiny like apples | I |
| wave women courage and sigh a void temperature | F |
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| The alternatives of summer do not remove | U |
| us from this place The fainting into skies | I |
| from a diving board the express train to | G |
| Detroit's damp bars the excess of affection | O |
| on the couch near an open window or a Bauhaus | I |
| fire escape the lazy regions of stars all | V |
| are strangers Like Mayakovsky read on steps | I |
| of cool marble or Yeats danced in a theatre | F |
| of polite music The classroon day of dozing | R |
| and grammar the partial eclipse of the head | G |
| in the row in front of the head of poplars | I |
| sweet Syrinx last out the summer in a stay | G |
| of iron Workmen loiter before urinals stare | W |
| out windows at girders tightly strapped to clouds | I |
| And in the morning we whimper as we cook | X |
| an egg so far from fluttering sands and azure | F |
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| The violent No of the sun | O |
| burns the forehead of hills | I |
| Sand fleas arrive from Salt Lake | Y |
| and most of the theatres close | I |
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| The leaves roll into cigars or | Z |
| it seems our eyes stick together | F |
| in sleep O forest o brook of | K |
| spice o cool gaze of strangers | I |
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| the city tumbles towards autumn | A2 |
| in a convulsion of tourists | I |
| and teachers We dance in the dark | B2 |
| forget the anger of what we blame | C2 |
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| on the day Children toss and murmur | F |
| as a rumba blankets their trees and | G |
| beckons their stars closer older now | Q |
| We move o'er the world being so much here | D2 |
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| It's as if Poseidon left off counting | R |
| his waters for a moment In the fields | I |
| the silence is music like the moon | B |
| The bullfrogs sleep in their hairy caves | I |
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| across the avenue a trefoil lamp | E2 |
| of the streets tosses luckily | J |
| The leaves finally love us and | G |
| moonrise we die upon the sun | O |
Frank O'hara
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