Theme And Variation Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBA CDEE FGHIJJK JLLLELJ LJM NDJAJO LJJAPELJ AQRS JJEILJTU A VThat summer there was no honey | A |
The queens led their swarms away | B |
the strawberry bed dried up in a day | B |
the berrypickers went home early | A |
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All that sweetness swept on one ray of light | C |
off to sleep Who slept this sleep before his time | D |
Honey and berries He is a stranger to suffering | E |
the one with the world at his hands In want of nothing | E |
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In want of nothing but perhaps a bit | F |
enought to rest or to stand straight | G |
He was bent by caves and shadows | H |
because no country took him in | I |
He wasn't even safe in the wood | J |
a partisan whom the world reliquished | J |
toher dead satellite the moon | K |
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He is a stranger to sufferin the one with the world | J |
at his hands | L |
and was anything not handed him He had the bettle's | L |
cohort wrapped round his finger blazes | L |
branded his face with scars and the wellspring | E |
appeared as a chimera before his eyes | L |
where it was not | J |
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Honey and berries | L |
Had he ever known the scent he'd have followed it | J |
long ago | M |
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Walking a sleepwalker's sleep | N |
who slept this sleep before his time | D |
One who was born ancient | J |
and called to the darkness early | A |
All that sweetness swept on one ray of light | J |
before him | O |
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He spat into the undergrowth a curse | L |
to bring drought he screamed | J |
and his prayers were heard | J |
the berrypickers went home early | A |
When the root rose up | P |
and slithered after them hissing | E |
a snakeskin remained the tree's last defense | L |
The strawberry bed dried up in a day | J |
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In the village below the buckets stood empty | A |
like drums waiting in the square | Q |
Then the sun struck | R |
and paradiddled death | S |
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The windows fell shut | J |
the queens led their swarms away | J |
and no one prevented them from fleeing | E |
Wilderness took them in | I |
the hollow tree among ferns | L |
the first free state | J |
The last human being was stung | T |
and felt no pain | U |
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That summer there was no honey | A |
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Translated from the German by Lilian M Friedberg | V |
Ingeborg Bachmann
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