The Bestiary: Or Orpheus-s Procession Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CDEE B FGHI J KEAA L MNOP Q AMAEE R SPTPU P VPWX E BBYB Z EUFE A BAAAB B FA2A2P Q B2ABA B C2BBIAQ A BD2TT T E2F2F2E2 A QBFG2 A AD2AG2 B QH2AA P AI2QJ2 BK2BBB L2 BQNF A BE2QE2 M2 BN2AA B PBBPBB B BBBB K2 QQAA O2 QAAA P2 P2BP2Q B BE2QQ B BBBBLe Bestiaire ou Cort ge d Orph e | A |
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Orpheus | B |
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Admire the vital power | C |
And nobility of line | D |
It s the voice that the light made us understand here | E |
That Hermes Trismegistus writes of in Pimander | E |
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The Tortoise | B |
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From magic Thrace O delerium | F |
My sure fingers sound the strings | G |
The creatures pass to the sounds | H |
Of my tortoise and the songs I sing | I |
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The Horse | J |
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My harsh dreams knew the riding of you | K |
My gold charioted fate will be your lovely car | E |
That for reins will hold tight to frenzy | A |
My verses the patterns of all poetry | A |
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The Tibetan Goat | L |
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The fleece of this goat and even | M |
That gold one which cost such pain | N |
To Jason s not worth a sou towards | O |
The tresses with which I m taken | P |
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The Serpent | Q |
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You set yourself against beauty | A |
And how many women have been | M |
victims of your cruelty | A |
Eve Eurydice Cleopatra | E |
I know three or four more after | E |
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The Cat | R |
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I wish there to be in my house | S |
A woman possessing reason | P |
A cat among books passing by | T |
Friends for every season | P |
Lacking whom I m barely alive | U |
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The Lion | P |
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O lion miserable image | V |
Of kings lamentably chosen | P |
Now you re only born in a cage | W |
In Hamburg among the Germans | X |
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The Hare | E |
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Don t be fearful and lascivious | B |
Like the hare and the amorous | B |
But always let your brain weave | Y |
The full form that conceives | B |
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The Rabbit | Z |
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There s another cony I remember | E |
That I d so like to take alive | U |
Its haunt is there among the thyme | F |
In the valleys of the Land of Tender | E |
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The Dromedary | A |
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With his four dromedaries | B |
Don Pedro of Alfaroubeira | A |
Travels the world and admires her | A |
He does what I would rather | A |
If I d those four dromedaries | B |
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The Mouse | B |
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Sweet days the mice of time | F |
You gnaw my life moon by moon | A2 |
God I ve twenty eight years soon | A2 |
and badly spent ones I imagine | P |
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The Elephant | Q |
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I carry treasure in my mouth | B2 |
As an elephant his ivory | A |
At the price of flowing words | B |
Purple death I buy my glory | A |
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Orpheus | B |
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Look at this pestilential tribe | C2 |
Its thousand feet its hundred eyes | B |
Beetles insects lice | B |
And microbes more amazing | I |
Than the world s seventh wonder | A |
And the palace of Rosamunde | Q |
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The Caterpillar | A |
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Work leads us to riches | B |
Poor poets work on | D2 |
The caterpillar s endless sigh | T |
Becomes the lovely butterfly | T |
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The Fly | T |
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The songs that our flies know | E2 |
Were taught to them in Norway | F2 |
By flies who are they say | F2 |
Divinities of snow | E2 |
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The Flea | A |
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Fleas friends lovers too | Q |
How cruel are those who love us | B |
All our blood pours out for them | F |
The well beloved are wretched then | G2 |
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The Grasshopper | A |
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Here s the slender grasshopper | A |
The food that fed Saint John | D2 |
May my verse be similar | A |
A treat for the best of men | G2 |
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Orpheus | B |
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His heart was the bait the heavens were the pond | Q |
For fisherman what fresh or seawater catch | H2 |
equals him either in form or savour | A |
that lovely divine fish Jesus My Saviour | A |
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The Dolphin | P |
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Dolphins playing in the sea | A |
The wave is bitter gruel | I2 |
Does my joy sometimes erupt | Q |
Yet life is still so cruel | J2 |
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The Octopus | B |
Hurling his ink at skies above | K2 |
Sucking the blood of what he loves | B |
And finding it delicious | B |
Is myself the monster vicious | B |
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The Jellyfish | L2 |
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Medusas miserable heads | B |
With hairs of violet | Q |
You enjoy the hurricane | N |
And I enjoy the very same | F |
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The Lobster | A |
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Uncertainty O my delights | B |
You and I we go | E2 |
As lobsters travel onwards quite | Q |
Backwards Backwards O | E2 |
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The Carp | M2 |
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In your pools and in your ponds | B |
Carp you indeed live long | N2 |
Is it that death forgets to free | A |
You fishes of melancholy | A |
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Orpheus | B |
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The female of the Halcyon | P |
Love the seductive Sirens | B |
All know the fatal songs | B |
Dangerous and inhuman | P |
Don t listen to those cursed birds | B |
But Paradisial Angels words | B |
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The Sirens | B |
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Do I know where your ennui s from Sirens | B |
When you grieve so widely under the stars | B |
Sea I am like you filled with broken voices | B |
And my ships singing give a name to the years | B |
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The Dove | K2 |
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Dove both love and spirit | Q |
Who engendered Jesus Christ | Q |
Like you I love a Mary | A |
And so with her I marry | A |
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The Peacock | O2 |
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In spreading out his fan this bird | Q |
Whose plumage drags on earth I fear | A |
Appears more lovely than before | A |
But makes his derri re appear | A |
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The Owl | P2 |
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My poor heart s an owl | P2 |
One woos un woos re woos | B |
Of blood of ardour he s the fowl | P2 |
I praise those who love me too | Q |
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Ibis | B |
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Yes I ll pass fearful shadows | B |
O certain death let it be so | E2 |
Latin mortal dreadful word | Q |
Ibis Nile s native bird | Q |
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The Ox | B |
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This cherubim sings the praises | B |
Of Paradise where with Angels | B |
We ll live once more dear friends | B |
When the good God intends | B |
Guillaume Apollinaire
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