The Forgotten Dialect Of The Heart Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLMBNOPPQM IRSTC U

How astonishing it is that language can almost meanA
and frightening that it does not quite Love we sayB
God we say Rome and Michiko we write and the wordsC
get it all wrong We say bread and it means accordingD
to which nation French has no word for homeE
and we have no word for strict pleasure A peopleF
in northern India is dying out because their ancientG
tongue has no words for endearment I dream of lostH
vocabularies that might express some of whatI
we no longer can Maybe the Etruscan texts wouldJ
finally explain why the couples on their tombsK
are smiling And maybe not When the thousandsL
of mysterious Sumerian tablets were translatedM
they seemed to be business records But what if theyB
are poems or psalms My joy is the same as twelveN
Ethiopian goats standing silent in the morning lightO
O Lord thou art slabs of salt and ingots of copperP
as grand as ripe barley lithe under the wind's laborP
Her breasts are six white oxen loaded with boltsQ
of long fibered Egyptian cotton My love is a hundredM
pitchers of honey Shiploads of thuya are whatI
my body wants to say to your body Giraffes are thisR
desire in the dark Perhaps the spiral Minoan scriptS
is not laguage but a map What we feel most hasT
no name but amber archers cinnamon horses and birdsC
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Jack Gilbert



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