Cities Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHI JDKLMMNOPQRS LPTUVCF WXYZZYW YYA2MB2C2WD2ZE2 WEC2F2YG2 WH2YGWW EWI2J2WK2WWWI2 L2WM2N2E OF2EA2W O2P2 Q2R2S2E2Can we believe by an effort | A |
comfort our hearts | B |
it is not waste all this | C |
not placed here in disgust | D |
street after street | E |
each patterned alike | F |
no grace to lighten | G |
a single house of the hundred | H |
crowded into one garden space | I |
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Crowded can we believe | J |
not in utter disgust | D |
in ironical play | K |
but the maker of cities grew faint | L |
with the beauty of temple | M |
and space before temple | M |
arch upon perfect arch | N |
of pillars and corridors that led out | O |
to strange court yards and porches | P |
where sun light stamped | Q |
hyacinth shadows | R |
black on the pavement | S |
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That the maker of cities grew faint | L |
with the splendour of palaces | P |
paused while the incense flowers | T |
from the incense trees | U |
dropped on the marble walk | V |
thought anew fashioned this | C |
street after street alike | F |
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For alas | W |
he had crowded the city so full | X |
that men could not grasp beauty | Y |
beauty was over them | Z |
through them about them | Z |
no crevice unpacked with the honey | Y |
rare measureless | W |
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So he built a new city | Y |
ah can we believe not ironically | Y |
but for new splendour | A2 |
constructed new people | M |
to lift through slow growth | B2 |
to a beauty unrivalled yet | C2 |
and created new cells | W |
hideous first hideous now | D2 |
spread larve across them | Z |
not honey but seething life | E2 |
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And in these dark cells | W |
packed street after street | E |
souls live hideous yet | C2 |
O disfigured defaced | F2 |
with no trace of the beauty | Y |
men once held so light | G2 |
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Can we think a few old cells | W |
were left we are left | H2 |
grains of honey | Y |
old dust of stray pollen | G |
dull on our torn wings | W |
we are left to recall the old streets | W |
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Is our task the less sweet | E |
that the larve still sleep in their cells | W |
Or crawl out to attack our frail strength | I2 |
You are useless We live | J2 |
We await great events | W |
We are spread through this earth | K2 |
We protect our strong race | W |
You are useless | W |
Your cell takes the place | W |
of our young future strength | I2 |
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Though they sleep or wake to torment | L2 |
and wish to displace our old cells | W |
thin rare gold | M2 |
that their larve grow fat | N2 |
is our task the less sweet | E |
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Though we wander about | O |
find no honey of flowers in this waste | F2 |
is our task the less sweet | E |
who recall the old splendour | A2 |
await the new beauty of cities | W |
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i The city is peopled | O2 |
with spirits not ghosts O my love | P2 |
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Though they crowded between | Q2 |
and usurped the kiss of my mouth | R2 |
their breath was your gift i | S2 |
their beauty your life | E2 |
Hilda Doolittle
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