Zone Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B C DEF GHIBJKLM NEMCOMMPQM CCMM RSTFUSFVCWXMY ZA2ZB2C2ZD2OOE2F2G2M MMMMBH2MMI2B J2K2MMMM JML2M2CBN2O2P2C M2M2 M2C2MMC2H C2BMCM2M2 BSM2M2 MVMMO2SM M B M2 M2OM2M2 M2O MQ2M2R2R2H MMSWOMM2B BMMOMM S2S2 M2 SM2 M M2 M F MM2 MC2 O2S T2MU2M Z M2| At last you're tired of this elderly world | A |
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| Shepherdess O Eiffel Tower this morning the bridges are bleating | B |
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| You're fed up living with antiquity | C |
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| Even the automobiles are antiques | D |
| Religion alone remains entirely new religion | E |
| Remains as simple as an airport hangar | F |
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| In all Europe only you O Christianism are not old | G |
| The most modem European Pope Pius X it's you | H |
| The windows watch and shame has sealed | I |
| The confessionals against you this morning | B |
| Flyers catalogs hoardings sing aloud | J |
| Here's poetry this morning and for prose you're reading the tabloids | K |
| Disposable paperbacks filled with crimes and police | L |
| Biographies of great men a thousand various titles | M |
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| I saw a pretty street this morning I forgot the name | N |
| New and cleanly it was the sun's clarion | E |
| Executives laborers exquisite stenographers | M |
| Criss cross Monday through Saturday four times daily | C |
| Three times every morning sirens groan | O |
| At the lunch hour a rabid bell barks | M |
| The lettering on the walls and billboards | M |
| the doorplates and posters twitters parakeet style | P |
| I love the swank of that street | Q |
| Situated in Paris between the rue Aumont Thieville and the avenue des Ternes | M |
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| Here's the young street and you're still a baby | C |
| Dressed by your mother in blue and white only | C |
| You're very pious and with your oldest friend Rene Dalize | M |
| Nothing is more fun than Masses and Litanies | M |
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| It's nine o'clock the gaslight is low you leave your bed | R |
| You pray all night in the school chapel | S |
| Meanwhile an eternal adorable amethyst depth | T |
| Christ's flamboyant halo spins forever | F |
| Behold the beautiful lily of worship | U |
| Behold the red haired torch inextinguishable | S |
| Behold the pale son and scarlet of the dolorous Mother | F |
| Behold the tree forever tufted with prayer | V |
| Behold the double gallows honor and eternity | C |
| Behold the six pointed star | W |
| Behold the God who dies on Friday and rises on Sunday | X |
| Behold the Christ who flies higher than aviators | M |
| He holds the world's record for altitude | Y |
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| Christ pupil of the eye | Z |
| Twentieth pupil of the centuries knows its stuff | A2 |
| And bird changed this century like Jesus climbs the sky | Z |
| Devils in the abyss look up to watch | B2 |
| They say this century mimics Simon Magus in Judea | C2 |
| It takes a thief to catch a thief they cry | Z |
| Angels flutter around the pretty trapeze act | D2 |
| Icarus Enoch Elijah Apollonius of Tyana | O |
| Hover as close to the airplane as they can | O |
| Sometimes they give way to other men hauling the Eucharist | E2 |
| Priests eternally climbing the elevating Host | F2 |
| The plane descends at last its wings unfolded | G2 |
| bursts into a million swallows | M |
| Full speed come the crows the owls and falcons | M |
| From Africa ibis storks flamingoes | M |
| The Roc bird famous with writers and poets | M |
| Glides Adam's skull the original head in its talons | M |
| The horizon screams an eagle pouncing | B |
| And from America there comes a hummingbird | H2 |
| From China sinuous peehees | M |
| Who have only one wing and who fly in couples | M |
| And here's a dove immaculate spirit | I2 |
| Escorted by lyre bird and shimmery peacock | B |
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| Phoenix the pyre the self resurrected | J2 |
| Obscures everything ardently briefly with ash | K2 |
| The sirens abandon their perilous channels | M |
| Each one singing more beautifully arrives | M |
| Everyone eagle Phoenix Chinese peehees | M |
| Eager to befriend a machine that flies | M |
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| You are walking in Paris alone inside a crowd | J |
| Herds of buses bellow and come too close | M |
| Love anguish clutches your throat | L2 |
| You must never again be loved | M2 |
| In the Dark Ages you would have entered a monastery | C |
| You are ashamed to overhear yourself praying | B |
| You laugh at yourself and the laughter crackles like hellfire | N2 |
| The sparks gild the ground and background of your life | O2 |
| Your life is a painting in a dark museum | P2 |
| And sometimes you examine it closely | C |
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| You are walking in Paris the women are bloodsoaked | M2 |
| It was and I have no wish to remember it was the end of beauty | M2 |
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| In Chartres from her entourage of flames Our Lady beamed at me | M2 |
| The blood of your Sacred Heart drenched me in Montmartre | C2 |
| I'm sick of hearing blissful promises | M |
| The love I feel is a venereal disease | M |
| And the image possessing you in your pain your insomnia | C2 |
| Vanishes and it is always near you | H |
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| And now you are on the Riviera | C2 |
| Under lemon trees that never stop blooming | B |
| You are boating with friends | M |
| One is from Nice one is from Menton two from La Turbie | C |
| We are staring terrified at giant squid | M2 |
| At fish the symbols of Jesus swimming through seaweed | M2 |
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| You are in the garden at an inn outside of Prague | B |
| You are completely happy a rose is on the table | S |
| And instead of getting on with your short story | M2 |
| You watch the rosebug sleeping in the rose's heart | M2 |
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| Appalled you see yourself reproduced in the agates of Saint Vitus | M |
| You were sad near to death to see yourself there | V |
| You looked as bewildered as Lazarus | M |
| In the Jewish ghetto the clock runs backwards | M |
| And you go backwards also through a slow life | O2 |
| Climbing the Hradchen listening at nightfall | S |
| To Bohemian songs in the singing taverns | M |
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| You in Marseilles among the watermelons | M |
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| Yu in Coblenz at the Hotel Gigantic | B |
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| You in Rome beneath a Japanese tree | M2 |
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| You in Amsterdam with a girl you find pretty who is ugly | M2 |
| She's engaged to marry a student from Leyden | O |
| Where you can rent rooms in Latin Cubicula locanda | M2 |
| I remember spending three days there and three in Gouda | M2 |
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| You are in Paris hauled before the magistrate | M2 |
| You are under arrest you are a criminal now | O |
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| You went on sorrowful and giddy travels | M |
| Ignorant still of dishonesty and old age | Q2 |
| Love afflicted you at twenty and again at thirty | M2 |
| I've lived like a fool and I've wasted my time | R2 |
| You dare not look at your hands I want to weep all the time | R2 |
| On you on the one I love on everything that frightened you | H |
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| And now you are crying at the sight of refugees | M |
| Who believe in God who pray whose women nurse babies | M |
| The hall of the train station is filled with the refugee smell | S |
| Like the Magi refugees believe in their star | W |
| They expect to find silver mines in the Argentine | O |
| And to return like kings to their abandoned countries | M |
| One family carries a red eiderdown you carry your heart | M2 |
| Eiderdown and dreams are equally fantastic | B |
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| Some of the refugees stay on in Paris settling | B |
| Into slums on the rue des Rosiers or the rue des Ecouffes | M |
| I have seen them often at dusk they breathe at their doorways | M |
| They budge from home as reluctantly as chessmen | O |
| They are chiefly Jewish the women wear wigs | M |
| And haunt backrooms of little shops in little chairs | M |
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| You're standing at the metal counter of some dive | S2 |
| Drinking wretched coffee where the wretched live | S2 |
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| You are in a cavernous restaurant at night | M2 |
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| These women are not evil they are used up regretful | S |
| Each has tormented someone even the ugliest | M2 |
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| She is the daughter of a police sergeant from Jersey | M |
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| Her hands I'd never noticed are hard and cracked | M2 |
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| My pity aches along the seams of her belly | M |
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| I humble my mouth to her grotesque laughter | F |
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| You're alone when morning comes | M |
| The milkmen jingle bottles in the street | M2 |
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| Night beautiful courtesan the night withdraws | M |
| Fraudulent Ferdine or careful Leah | C2 |
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| And you drink an alcohol as caustic as your life | O2 |
| Your life you drink as alcohol | S |
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| You walk to Auteuil you want to go on foot to sleep | T2 |
| At home among your South Sea and Guinean fetishes | M |
| Christs of another shape another faith | U2 |
| Subordinate Christs of uncertain hopes | M |
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| Goodbye Goodbye | Z |
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| Sun cut throated | M2 |
Guillaume Apollinaire
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