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 BBBB| Le 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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