The Bridge: Cutty Sark Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJ KL M NO PQRSTUEVQ W XVYZA2B2 GC2UA2 D2E2F2 G2H2D2I2E2E MJ2K2 L2M2D2 UJ2A2N2VE O2 P2L2J2WQ2 EL2R2 S2T2J2D2L2 U2 P2J2A2 V2P2P2 P2E2P2L2 D2D2L2| I met a man in South Street tall | A |
| a nervous shark tooth swung on his chain | B |
| His eyes pressed through green glass | C |
| green glasses or bar lights made them | D |
| so | E |
| shine | F |
| GREEN | G |
| eyes | H |
| stepped out forgot to look at you | I |
| or left you several blocks away | J |
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| in the nickel in the slot piano jogged | K |
| Stamboul Nights weaving somebody s nickel sang | L |
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| O Stamboul Rose dreams weave the rose | M |
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| Murmurs of Leviathan he spoke | N |
| and rum was Plato in our heads | O |
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| It s S S Ala Antwerp now remember kid | P |
| to put me out at three she sails on time | Q |
| I m not much good at time any more keep | R |
| weakeyed watches sometimes snooze his bony hands | S |
| got to beating time A whaler once | T |
| I ought to keep time and get over it I m a | U |
| Democrat I know what time it is No | E |
| I don t want to know what time it is that | V |
| damned white Arctic killed my time | Q |
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| O Stamboul Rose drums weave | W |
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| I ran a donkey engine down there on the Canal | X |
| in Panama got tired of that | V |
| then Yucatan selling kitchenware beads | Y |
| have you seen Popocatepetl birdless mouth | Z |
| with ashes sifting down | A2 |
| and then the coast again | B2 |
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| Rose of Stamboul O coral Queen | G |
| teased remnants of the skeletons of cities | C2 |
| and galleries galleries of watergutted lava | U |
| snarling stone green drums drown | A2 |
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| Sing | D2 |
| that spiracle he shot a finger out the door | E2 |
| 'O life s a geyser beautiful my lungs | F2 |
| No I can t live on land ' | - |
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| I saw the frontiers gleaming of his mind | G2 |
| or are there frontiers running sands sometimes | H2 |
| running sands somewhere sands running | D2 |
| Or they may start some white machine that sings | I2 |
| Then you may laugh and dance the axletree | E2 |
| steel silver kick the traces and know | E |
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| ATLANTIS ROSE drums wreathe the rose | M |
| the star floats burning in a gulf of tears | J2 |
| and sleep another thousand | K2 |
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| interminably | L2 |
| long since somebody s nickel stopped | M2 |
| playing | D2 |
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| A wind worried those wicker neat lapels the | U |
| swinging summer entrances to cooler hells | J2 |
| Outside a wharf truck nearly ran him down | A2 |
| he lunged up Bowery way while the dawn | N2 |
| was putting the Statue of Liberty out that | V |
| torch of hers you know | E |
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| I started walking home across the Bridge | O2 |
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| Blithe Yankee vanities turreted sprites winged | P2 |
| British repartees skil | L2 |
| ful savage sea girls | J2 |
| that bloomed in the spring Heave weave | W |
| those bright designs the trade winds drive | Q2 |
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| Sweet opium and tea Yo ho | E |
| Pennies for porpoises that bank the keel | L2 |
| Fins whip the breeze around Japan | R2 |
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| Bright skysails ticketing the Line wink round the Horn | S2 |
| to Frisco Melbourne | T2 |
| Pennants parabolas | J2 |
| clipper dreams indelible and ranging | D2 |
| baronial white on lucky blue | L2 |
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| Perennial Cutty trophied Sark | U2 |
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| Thermopylae Black Prince Flying Cloud through Sunda | P2 |
| scarfed of foam their bellies veered green esplanades | J2 |
| locked in wind humors ran their eastings down | A2 |
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| at Java Head freshened the nip | V2 |
| sweet opium and tea | P2 |
| and turned and left us on the lee | P2 |
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| Buntlines tusseling days hours and anchored | P2 |
| Rainbow Leander | E2 |
| last trip a tragedy where can you be | P2 |
| Nimbus and you rivals two | L2 |
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| a long tack keeping | D2 |
| Taeping | D2 |
| Ariel | L2 |
Harold Hart Crane
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