Bologna: A Poem About Gold Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDCEFGHI CJKLMNIKOCPBNQ RSTCUVTWTCXC BNYIZA2 B2| Give me this time my first and severe | A |
| Italian a poem about gold | B |
| The left corners of eyes and the heavy | C |
| Night of the locomotives that brought me here | D |
| And the heavy wine in the old green body | C |
| The glass that so many have drunk from | E |
| I have brought my bottle back home every day | F |
| To the cool cave and come forth | G |
| Golden on the left corner | H |
| of a cathedral's wing | I |
| - | |
| White wine of Bologna | C |
| And the knowing golden shadows | J |
| At the left corners of Mary Magdalene's eyes | K |
| While St Cecilia stands | L |
| Smirking in the center of a blank wall | M |
| The saint letting her silly pipes wilt down | N |
| Adoring | I |
| Herself while the lowly and richest of all women eyes | K |
| Me the beholder with a knowing sympathy her love | O |
| For the golden body of the earth she knows me | C |
| Her halo faintly askew | P |
| And no despair in her gold | B |
| That drags thrones down | N |
| And then makes them pay for it | Q |
| - | |
| Oh | R |
| She may look sorry to Cecilia | S |
| And | T |
| The right hand saint on the tree | C |
| But | U |
| She didn't look sorry to Raphael | V |
| And | T |
| I bet she didn't look sorry to Jesus | W |
| And | T |
| She doesn't look sorry to me | C |
| Who would | X |
| She doesn't look sorry to me | C |
| - | |
| She looks like only the heavy deep gold | B |
| That drags thrones down | N |
| All day long on the vine | Y |
| Mary in Bologna sunlight I gathered all morning | I |
| And pressed in my hands all afternoon | Z |
| And drank all day with my golden breasted | A2 |
| - | |
| Love in my arms | B2 |
James Arlington Wright
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