Palace Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBC CDDD EFGH BIDJ KLBMD BLND DDJJ DFOO DPDF DQBD DDRD| In deepest dream towards Rosemonde's palace | A |
| My barefoot brain inclined for the evening | B |
| Like a naked king the walls are waking | B |
| Beaten flesh and fresh cut roses | C |
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| You can see my thoughts immersed in roses | C |
| Smiling at the concert of the toads | D |
| They are in the mood for cypress bedposts | D |
| The sun is a broken mirror of the rose | D |
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| What badly wounded bowman opened | E |
| Stigmata of palms on the windowpane | F |
| At the white lamb's love feast I have tasted | G |
| Resins that bitter the Cyprian wine | H |
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| On the jagged lap of the lascivious king | B |
| In the May time of her age and finest frock | I |
| Mysterious Madame Rosemonde rolls | D |
| Her little round eyes like a Hun | J |
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| Lady of my thoughts your pearly asshole | K |
| Is unrivalled by anything Oriental | L |
| For whom are you waiting | B |
| Deepest dreams en route to the Orient | M |
| Are my loveliest neighbors | D |
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| Knock knock Come into the forecourt night is coming | B |
| In shadow the night light is toasted tinsel | L |
| Hang your heads by the hair on the hat rack | N |
| The evening sky is aglimmer with pins | D |
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| We entered the dining room our noses | D |
| Caught a whiff of grease and mucus | D |
| Of twenty soup bowls three were urine | J |
| The king ate two poached eggs in bouillon | J |
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| And then the scullions brought in the meat dishes | D |
| A standing roast of thoughts deceased in my brain | F |
| My lovely still born dreams in slices still bloody | O |
| And gamy little meatballs of memory | O |
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| Dead for millennia now these thoughts | D |
| Had a flavorless taste of frozen mammoth | P |
| Bones or visionaries danced out of ossuaries | D |
| The dance of death in the folds of my brain | F |
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| And all those meats pronounced revelations | D |
| But Holy Christ | Q |
| A famished belly has no hearing | B |
| The guests continued their best mastications | D |
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| Ah Holy Christ cried out the rib eyes | D |
| The huge p tes the marrow and hot pots | D |
| Tongues of fire o where is the pentecost | R |
| Of my thoughts for all places nations and times | D |
Guillaume Apollinaire
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