The Bridge: The Tunnel Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Performances assortments r sum s	A
Up Times Square to Columbus Circle lights	B
Channel the congresses nightly sessions	C
Refractions of the thousand theatres faces	D
Mysterious kitchens You shall search them all	E
Someday by heart you ll learn each famous sight	F
And watch the curtain lift in hell s despite	F
You ll find the garden in the third act dead	G
Finger your knees and wish yourself in bed	G
With tabloid crime sheets perched in easy sight	F
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Then let you reach your hat	H
and go	I
As usual let you also	I
walking down exclaim	J
to twelve upward leaving	K
a subscription praise	L
for what time slays	L
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Or can t you quite make up your mind to ride	M
A walk is better underneath the L a brisk	N
Ten blocks or so before But you find yourself	O
Preparing penguin flexions of the arms	L
As usual you will meet the scuttle yawn	P
The subway yawns the quickest promise home	Q
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Be minimum then to swim the hiving swarms	L
Out of the Square the Circle burning bright	F
Avoid the glass doors gyring at your right	F
Where boxed alone a second eyes take fright	F
Quite unprepared rush naked back to light	F
And down beside the turnstile press the coin	R
Into the slot The gongs already rattle	S
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And so	L
of cities you bespeak	T
subways rivered under streets	L
and rivers In the car	U
the overtone of motion	V
underground the monotone	W
of motion is the sound	X
of other faces also underground	X
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Let s have a pencil Jimmy living now	Y
at Floral Park	Z
Flatbush on the fourth of July	A2
like a pigeon s muddy dream potatoes	L
to dig in the field travlin the town too	B2
night after night the Culver line the	C2
girls all shaping up it used to be	D2
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Our tongues recant like beaten weather vanes	L
This answer lives like verdigris like hair	E2
Beyond extinction surcease of the bone	W
And repetition freezes What	F2
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what do you want getting weak on the links	L
fandaddle daddy don t ask for change IS THIS	L
FOURTEENTH it s half past six she said if	G2
you don t like my gate why did you	B2
swing on it why didja	H2
swing on it	I2
anyhow	Y
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And somehow anyhow swing	K
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The phonographs of hades in the brain	J2
Are tunnels that re wind themselves and love	K2
A burnt match skating in a urinal	A2
Somewhere above Fourteenth TAKE THE EXPRESS	L
To brush some new presentiment of pain	J2
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But I want service in this office SERVICE	L
I said after	L2
the show she cried a little afterwards but	F2
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Whose head is swinging from the swollen strap	M2
Whose body smokes along the bitten rails	L
Bursts from a smoldering bundle far behind	N2
In back forks of the chasms of the brain	J2
Puffs from a riven stump far out behind	N2
In interborough fissures of the mind	N2
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And why do I often meet your visage here	O2
Your eyes like agate lanterns on and on	P2
Below the toothpaste and the dandruff ads	L
And did their riding eyes right through your side	M
And did their eyes like unwashed platters ride	M
And Death aloft gigantically down	Q2
Probing through you toward me O evermore	R2
And when they dragged your retching flesh	S2
Your trembling hands that night through Baltimore	R2
That last night on the ballot rounds did you	B2
Shaking did you deny the ticket Poe	L
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For Gravesend Manor change at Chambers Street	T2
The platform hurries along to a dead stop	U2
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The intent escalator lifts a serenade	V2
Stilly	A2
Of shoes umbrellas each eye attending its shoe then	W2
Bolting outright somewhere above where streets	L
Burst suddenly in rain The gongs recur	L2
Elbows and levers guard and hissing door	R2
Thunder is galvothermic here below The car	U
Wheels off The train rounds bending to a scream	X2
Taking the final level for the dive	Y2
Under the river	L2
And somewhat emptier than before	R2
Demented for a hitching second humps then	W2
Lets go Toward corners of the floor	R2
Newspapers wing revolve and wing	K
Blank windows gargle signals through the roar	R2
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And does the Daemon take you home also	L
Wop washerwoman with the bandaged hair	E2
After the corridors are swept the cuspidors	L
The gaunt sky barracks cleanly now and bare	E2
O Genoese do you bring mother eyes and hands	L
Back home to children and to golden hair	E2
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Daemon demurring and eventful yawn	P
Whose hideous laughter is a bellows mirth	Z2
Or the muffled slaughter of a day in birth	Z2
O cruelly to inoculate the brinking dawn	P
With antennae toward worlds that glow and sink	A3
To spoon us out more liquid than the dim	B3
Locution of the eldest star and pack	C3
The conscience navelled in the plunging wind	N2
Umbilical to call and straightway die	A2
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O caught like pennies beneath soot and steam	X2
Kiss of our agony thou gatherest	A2
Condensed thou takest all shrill ganglia	A2
Impassioned with some song we fail to keep	D3
And yet like Lazarus to feel the slope	E3
The sod and billow breaking lifting ground	A2
A sound of waters bending astride the sky	A2
Unceasing with some Word that will not die	A2
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A tugboat wheezing wreaths of steam	X2
Lunged past with one galvanic blare stove up the River	L2
I counted the echoes assembling one after one	V
Searching thumbing the midnight on the piers	L
Lights coasting left the oily tympanum of waters	L
The blackness somewhere gouged glass on a sky	A2
And this thy harbor O my City I have driven under	L2
Tossed from the coil of ticking towers Tomorrow	L
And to be Hereby the River that is East	A2
Here at the waters edge the hands drop memory	D2
Shadowless in that abyss they unaccounting lie	A2
How far away the star has pooled the sea	D2
Or shall the hands be drawn away to die	A2
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Kiss of our agony Thou gatherest	A2
O Hand of Fire	L2
gatherest	A2

Harold Hart Crane

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