Cities Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHI JDKLMMNOPQRS LPTUVCF WXYZZYW YYA2MB2C2WD2ZE2 WEC2F2YG2 WH2YGWW EWI2J2WK2WWWI2 L2WM2N2E OF2EA2W O2P2 Q2R2S2E2

Can we believe by an effortA
comfort our heartsB
it is not waste all thisC
not placed here in disgustD
street after streetE
each patterned alikeF
no grace to lightenG
a single house of the hundredH
crowded into one garden spaceI
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Crowded can we believeJ
not in utter disgustD
in ironical playK
but the maker of cities grew faintL
with the beauty of templeM
and space before templeM
arch upon perfect archN
of pillars and corridors that led outO
to strange court yards and porchesP
where sun light stampedQ
hyacinth shadowsR
black on the pavementS
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That the maker of cities grew faintL
with the splendour of palacesP
paused while the incense flowersT
from the incense treesU
dropped on the marble walkV
thought anew fashioned thisC
street after street alikeF
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For alasW
he had crowded the city so fullX
that men could not grasp beautyY
beauty was over themZ
through them about themZ
no crevice unpacked with the honeyY
rare measurelessW
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So he built a new cityY
ah can we believe not ironicallyY
but for new splendourA2
constructed new peopleM
to lift through slow growthB2
to a beauty unrivalled yetC2
and created new cellsW
hideous first hideous nowD2
spread larve across themZ
not honey but seething lifeE2
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And in these dark cellsW
packed street after streetE
souls live hideous yetC2
O disfigured defacedF2
with no trace of the beautyY
men once held so lightG2
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Can we think a few old cellsW
were left we are leftH2
grains of honeyY
old dust of stray pollenG
dull on our torn wingsW
we are left to recall the old streetsW
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Is our task the less sweetE
that the larve still sleep in their cellsW
Or crawl out to attack our frail strengthI2
You are useless We liveJ2
We await great eventsW
We are spread through this earthK2
We protect our strong raceW
You are uselessW
Your cell takes the placeW
of our young future strengthI2
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Though they sleep or wake to tormentL2
and wish to displace our old cellsW
thin rare goldM2
that their larve grow fatN2
is our task the less sweetE
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Though we wander aboutO
find no honey of flowers in this wasteF2
is our task the less sweetE
who recall the old splendourA2
await the new beauty of citiesW
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i The city is peopledO2
with spirits not ghosts O my loveP2
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Though they crowded betweenQ2
and usurped the kiss of my mouthR2
their breath was your gift iS2
their beauty your lifeE2

Hilda Doolittle



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