The Bridge: The Dance Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFGF HIHI JKJJ JBJB DLML NONO PQPR STST JUJV WXWX BYBY YZYZ A2B2A2B2 C2D2DD2 XIXI YE2YE2 F2G2F2G2 KE2KE2 FYH2Y E2BE2B KI2KI2 E2J2E2J2 E2K2E2K2 YYYY| The swift red flesh a winter king | A |
| Who squired the glacier woman down the sky | B |
| She ran the neighing canyons all the spring | A |
| She spouted arms she rose with maize to die | B |
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| And in the autumn drouth whose burnished hands | C |
| With mineral wariness found out the stone | D |
| Where prayers forgotten streamed the mesa sands | C |
| He holds the twilight s dim perpetual throne | D |
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| Mythical brows we saw retiring loth | E |
| Disturbed and destined into denser green | F |
| Greeting they sped us on the arrow s oath | G |
| Now lie incorrigibly what years between | F |
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| There was a bed of leaves and broken play | H |
| There was a veil upon you Pocahontas bride | I |
| O Princess whose brown lap was virgin May | H |
| And bridal flanks and eyes hid tawny pride | I |
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| I left the village for dogwood By the canoe | J |
| Tugging below the mill race I could see | K |
| Your hair s keen crescent running and the blue | J |
| First moth of evening take wing stealthily | J |
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| What laughing chains the water wove and threw | J |
| I learned to catch the trout s moon whisper I | B |
| Drifted how many hours I never knew | J |
| But watching saw that fleet young crescent die | B |
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| And one star swinging take its place alone | D |
| Cupped in the larches of the mountain pass | L |
| Until immortally it bled into the dawn | M |
| I left my sleek boat nibbling margin grass | L |
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| I took the portage climb then chose | N |
| A further valley shed I could not stop | O |
| Feet nozzled wat ry webs of upper flows | N |
| One white veil gusted from the very top | O |
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| O Appalachian Spring I gained the ledge | P |
| Steep inaccessible smile that eastward bends | Q |
| And northward reaches in that violet wedge | P |
| Of Adirondacks wisped of azure wands | R |
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| Over how many bluffs tarns streams I sped | S |
| And knew myself within some boding shade | T |
| Grey tepees tufting the blue knolls ahead | S |
| Smoke swirling through the yellow chestnut glade | T |
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| A distant cloud a thunder bud it grew | J |
| That blanket of the skies the padded foot | U |
| Within I heard it til its rhythm drew | J |
| Siphoned the black pool from the heart s hot root | V |
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| A cyclone threshes in the turbine crest | W |
| Swooping in eagle feathers down your back | X |
| Know Maquokeeta greeting know death s best | W |
| Fall Sachem strictly as the tamarack | X |
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| A birch kneels All her whistling fingers fly | B |
| The oak grove circles in a crash of leaves | Y |
| The long moan of a dance is in the sky | B |
| Dance Maquokeeta Pocahontas grieves | Y |
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| And every tendon scurries toward the twangs | Y |
| Of lightning deltaed down your saber hair | Z |
| Now snaps the flint in every tooth red fangs | Y |
| And splay tongues thinly busy the blue air | Z |
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| Dance Maquokeeta snake that lives before | A2 |
| That casts his pelt and lives beyond Sprout horn | B2 |
| Spark tooth Medicine man relent restore | A2 |
| Lie to us dance us back the tribal morn | B2 |
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| Spears and assemblies black drums thrusting on | C2 |
| O yelling battlements I too was liege | D2 |
| To rainbows currying each pulsant bone | D |
| Surpassed the circumstance danced out the siege | D2 |
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| And buzzard circleted screamed from the stake | X |
| I could not pick the arrows from my side | I |
| Wrapped in that fire I saw more escorts wake | X |
| Flickering sprint up the hill groins like a tide | I |
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| I heard the hush of lava wrestling your arms | Y |
| And stag teeth foam about the raven throat | E2 |
| Flame cataracts of heaven in seething swarms | Y |
| Fed down your anklets to the sunset s moat | E2 |
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| like the lizard in the furious noon | F2 |
| That drops his legs and colors in the sun | G2 |
| And laughs pure serpent Time itself and moon | F2 |
| Of his own fate I saw thy change begun | G2 |
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| And saw thee dive to kiss that destiny | K |
| Like one white meteor sacrosanct and blent | E2 |
| At last with all that s consummate and free | K |
| There where the first and last gods keep thy tent | E2 |
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| Thewed of the levin thunder shod and lean | F |
| Lo through what infinite seasons dost thou gaze | Y |
| Across what bivouacs of thine angered slain | H2 |
| And see st thy bride immortal in the maize | Y |
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| Totem and fire gall slumbering pyramid | E2 |
| Though other calendars now stack the sky | B |
| Thy freedom is her largesse Prince and hid | E2 |
| On paths thou knewest best to claim her by | B |
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| High unto Labrador the sun strikes free | K |
| Her speechless dream of snow and stirred again | I2 |
| She is the torrent and the singing tree | K |
| And she is virgin to the last of men | I2 |
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| West west and south winds over Cumberland | E2 |
| And winds across the liana grass resume | J2 |
| Her hair s warm sibilance Her breasts are fanned | E2 |
| O stream by slope and vineyard into bloom | J2 |
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| And when the caribou slant down for salt | E2 |
| Do arrows thirst and leap Do antlers shine | K2 |
| Alert star triggered in the listening vault | E2 |
| Of dusk And are her perfect brows to thine | K2 |
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| We danced Brave we danced beyond their farms | Y |
| In cobalt desert closures made our vows | Y |
| Now is the strong prayer folded in thine arms | Y |
| The serpent with the eagle in the boughs | Y |
Harold Hart Crane
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