Six Septets To Honor The Spring Of 1905 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFE GHIJBKB LJMJNOJ PQRSTJU BJQIVBJ WJUXBJJ| Maria Immisch was the springtime | A |
| With feeling and reverence | B |
| I snatch her adored name from the underworld | C |
| When I was fifteen in ' that year | D |
| they celebrated the big Schiller centennial | E |
| and I saw her as heroine in his famous plays | F |
| To this day my heart's still thankful | E |
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| The city park was already dense in leaf | G |
| The lilacs beckoned I was allowed | H |
| Entry into the Classical Theater | I |
| I sat in the overpacked balcony | J |
| She stood inflamed with her stage magic presence | B |
| While a storm of emotions raged through my fresh heart | K |
| As did the song of Schiller's iambs | B |
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| Her hair was black Her eyes were blue | L |
| She played girl child and lady | J |
| In peplum petticoat Stuart collar cloak | M |
| She spoke the words in a dark contralto | J |
| She strode and suffered and died her character on air | N |
| She was that woman She was my dear and holy faith | O |
| The one who pierced the invulnerable me | J |
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| The spring named Maria Immisch | P |
| Showed me the way to this far shore | Q |
| She was the springtime But I was in bloom | R |
| I became dead quiet Life was too big | S |
| My hopeless case was at school | T |
| For I studied her picture all the live long day | J |
| Painfully healthy so blissfully sick | U |
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| That night I fled from the house | B |
| And stood with that cuffed bouquet | J |
| Lacking the audacity outside the stage door | Q |
| She came out with a gentleman trimmed in fur | I |
| She was the star of the city she was a star | V |
| In utter silence I retreated with my flowers from that place | B |
| Almost relieved that I had failed | J |
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| The night was moon white in the park | W |
| I tossed those flowers in the pond | J |
| There they floated I didn't mean it to be symbolic | U |
| My heart wasn't hurt wasn't greedy for pain | X |
| For the first time I had an inkling of warm tears | B |
| That we only get what we never get | J |
| Maria Immisch the spring ' be thanked | J |
Franz Werfel
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