Ode: In A Restaurant Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBCADDEEFFGFHHIIJK LMNONOCPPQQBRSTNN QUQVUQVWXXYQQYYZVVZV QQA2A2QQVVVV B2B2C2C2C2VD2VD2VE2E 2ZZVVLCVVVV F2F2G2G2H2H2I2I2ZZVV ZVVZV J2ZJ2ZQQZZGGVVJ2J2ZZ CCVVQQVVK2K2L2M2VVVV A2A2VVZZQQ QQZZN2N2QZZQVVO2O2J2 O2QQP2P2Q2QQ2QQCCR2S 2QQT2T2U2U2QQV2V2V2Z Z VVVVVW2W2VVQQZZQQVVR 2R2GK2 X2X2X2J2J2ZZFFVVVVQQ VVVVVV A2QA2QZY2ZY2VZ2VZ2A2 K2A2K2 ZZQQA2A2A3A3A2A2K2K2 K2VO2O2In this dense hall of green and gold | A |
Mirrors and lights and steam there sit | B |
Two hundred munching men | C |
While several score of others flit | B |
Like scurrying beetles over a fen | C |
With plates in fanlike spread or fold | A |
Napkins or jerk the corks from bottles | D |
Ministers to greedy throttles | D |
Some make noises while they eat | E |
Pick their teeth or shuffle their feet | E |
Wipe their noses 'neath eyes that range | F |
Or frown whilst waiting for their change | F |
Gobble gobble toil and trouble | G |
Soul this life is very strange | F |
And circumstances very foul | H |
Attend the belly's stormy howl | H |
How horrible this noise this air how thick | I |
It is disgusting I feel sick | I |
Loosely I prod the table with a fork | J |
My mind gapes dizzies ceases to work | K |
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The weak unsatisfied strain | L |
Of a band in another room | M |
Through this dull complex din | N |
Comes winding thin and sharp | O |
The gnat like mourning of the violin | N |
The faint stings of the harp | O |
The sounds pierce in and die again | C |
Like keen drawn threads of ink dropped into a glass | P |
Of water which curl and relax and soften and pass | P |
Briefly the music hovers in unstable poise | Q |
Then melts away drowned in the heavy sea of noise | Q |
And I I am now emasculate | B |
All my forces dissipate | R |
Conquered by matter utterly | S |
Moving not willing not I lie | T |
Like a man whom timbers pin | N |
When the roof of a mine falls in | N |
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Halt as a cloud condenses | Q |
I press my mind recover | U |
Dominion of my senses | Q |
With newly flowing blood | V |
I lift and now float over | U |
The restaurant's expanses | Q |
Like a draggled sea gull over dreary flats of mud | V |
An effort ah I urge and push | W |
And now with greater strength I flush | X |
The hall is full of my pinions' rush | X |
No drooping now the place is mine | Y |
Beating the walls with shattering wings | Q |
Over the herd my spirit swings | Q |
In triumph shouts Aha you swine | Y |
Grovel before your lord divine | Y |
I only I am real here | Z |
Through the uncertain firmament | V |
Still bestial in their dull content | V |
The despicable phantoms leer | Z |
Hogs even now in my right hand | V |
I hold at my will the thunderbolts | Q |
Measured not in mortal volts | Q |
Would crash you to annihilation | A2 |
Lit with a new illumination | A2 |
What need I of ears and eyes | Q |
Of flesh Imperious I will rise | Q |
Dominate you as a god | V |
Who only does not trouble to wield the rod | V |
Of death or kick your weak spheroid | V |
Like a football through the void | V |
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Ha was it but a dream | B2 |
And did it merely seem | B2 |
Ha not yet free of your cage | C2 |
Soul spite of all your rage | C2 |
Come now this foe engage | C2 |
With explosion of your might | V |
Oh heave oh leap and flash up soul | D2 |
Like a stabbing scream in the night | V |
Hurl aside this useless bowl | D2 |
Of a body | V |
But there comes a shock | E2 |
A soft tremendous shock | E2 |
Of contact with the body I lose all power | Z |
And fall back back like a solitary rower | Z |
Whose prow that debonair the waves did ride | V |
Is suddenly hurled back by an iron tide | V |
O sadness sadness feel the returning pain | L |
Of touch with unescapable mortal things again | C |
The cloth is linen the floor is wood | V |
My plate holds cheese my tumbler toddy | V |
I cannot get free of the body | V |
And no man ever could | V |
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Self do not lose your hold on life | F2 |
Nor coward seek to shrink the strife | F2 |
Of body and spirit even now | G2 |
Not for the first time even now | G2 |
Clear in your ears has rung the message | H2 |
That tense abstraction is the passage | H2 |
To nervelessness and living death | I2 |
Never forget while you draw breath | I2 |
That all the hammers of will can never | Z |
Your chain d soul from matter sever | Z |
And though it be confused and mixed | V |
This is the world in which you're fixed | V |
Never despise the things that are | Z |
Set your teeth upon the grit | V |
Though your heart like a motor beat | V |
Hold fast this earthly star | Z |
The whole of it the whole of it | V |
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Look on this crowd now calm now look | J2 |
Remember now that each one drew | Z |
Woman's milk which you partook | J2 |
And year by year in wonder grew | Z |
Scorn not them nor scorn not their feasts | Q |
Which you partake nor call them beasts | Q |
These be children of one Power | Z |
With you nor higher you nor lower | Z |
They also hear the harp and fiddle | G |
And sometimes quail before the riddle | G |
They also have hot blood quick thought | V |
And try to do the things they ought | V |
They also have hearts that ache when stung | J2 |
And sigh for days when they were young | J2 |
And curse their wills because they falter | Z |
And know that they will never alter | Z |
See these men in a world of men | C |
Material bodies yes what then | C |
These coarse trunks that here you see | V |
Judge them not lest judged you be | V |
Bow not to the moment's curse | Q |
Nor make four walls a universe | Q |
Think of these bodies here assembled | V |
Whence they have come where they have trembled | V |
With the strange force that fills us all | K2 |
Men and beasts both great and small | K2 |
Here within this fleeting home | L2 |
Two hundred men have this day come | M2 |
Here collected for one day | V |
Each shall go his separate way | V |
Self you can imagine nought | V |
Of all the battles they have fought | V |
All the labours they have done | A2 |
All the journeys they have run | A2 |
O they have come from all the world | V |
Borne by invisible currents swirled | V |
Like leaves into this vortex here | Z |
Flying or like the spirits drear | Z |
Windborne and frail whom Dante saw | Q |
Who yet obeyed some hidden law | Q |
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Is it not miraculous | Q |
That they should here be gathered thus | Q |
All to be spread before your view | Z |
Who are strange to them as they to you | Z |
Soul how can you sustain without a sob | N2 |
The lightest thought of this titanic throb | N2 |
Of earthly life that swells and breaks | Q |
Into leaping scattering waves of fire | Z |
Into tameless tempests of effort and storms of desire | Z |
That eternally makes | Q |
The confused glittering armies of humankind | V |
To their own heroism blind | V |
Swarm over the earth to build to dig and to till | O2 |
To mould and compel land and sea to their will | O2 |
Whence we are here eating | J2 |
Standing here as on a high hill | O2 |
Strain my imagination strain forth to embrace | Q |
The energies that labour for this place | Q |
This place this instant Beyond your island's verge | P2 |
Listen and hear the roaring impulsive surge | P2 |
The clamour of voices the blasting of powder the clanging of steel | Q2 |
The thunder of hammers the rattle of oars | Q |
For this one meal | Q2 |
Ten thousand Indian hamlets stored their yields | Q |
Manchurian peasants sweltered in their fields | Q |
And Greeks drove carts to Patras and lone men | C |
Saw burning summer come and go again | C |
And huddled from the winds of winter on | R2 |
The fertile deserts of Saskatchewan | S2 |
To fabricate these things have been marchings and slaughters | Q |
The sun has toiled and the moon has moved the waters | Q |
Cities have laboured and crowded plains and deep in the earth | T2 |
Men have plunged unafraid with ardour to wrench the worth | T2 |
Of sweating dim lit caverns and paths have been hewn | U2 |
Through forests where for uncounted years nor sun nor moon | U2 |
Have penetrated men have driven straight shining rails | Q |
Through the dense bowels of mountains and climbed their frozen tops and wrinkled sailors have shouted at shouting gales | Q |
In the huge Pacific and battled around the Horn | V2 |
And gasping coasted to Rio and turning towards the morn | V2 |
Fought over the wastes to Spain and battered and worn | V2 |
Sailed up the Channel and on into the Nore | Z |
To the city of masts and the smoky familiar shore | Z |
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So so of every substance you see around | V |
Might a tale be unwound | V |
Of perils passed of adventurous journeys made | V |
In man's undying and stupendous crusade | V |
This flower of man's energies Trade | V |
Brought hither to hand and lip | W2 |
By waggon train or ship | W2 |
Each atom that we eat | V |
Stare at the wine stare at the meat | V |
The mutton which these platters fills | Q |
Grazed upon a thousand hills | Q |
This bread so square and white and dry | Z |
Once was corn that sang to the sky | Z |
And all these spruce obedient wines | Q |
Flowed from the vatted fruit of vines | Q |
That trailed a bright maternal host | V |
The warm Mediterranean coast | V |
Or spread their Bacchic mantle on | R2 |
That Iberian Helicon | R2 |
Where the slopes of Portugal | G |
Crown the Atlantic's eastern wall | K2 |
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O mighty energy never failing flame | X2 |
O patient toils and journeys in the name | X2 |
Of Trade No journey ever was the same | X2 |
As another nor ever came again one task | J2 |
And each man's face is an ever changing mask | J2 |
From the minutest cell to the lordliest star | Z |
All things are unique though all of their kindred are | Z |
And though all things exist for ever all life is change | F |
And the oldest passions come to each heart in a garment strange | F |
Though life be as brief as a flower and the body but dust | V |
Man walks the earth holding both body and spirit in trust | V |
And the various glories of sense are spread for his delight | V |
New pageants glow in the sunset new stars are born in the night | V |
And clouds come every day and never a shape recurs | Q |
And the grass grows every year yet never the same blade stirs | Q |
Another spring and no delving man breaks again the self same clod | V |
As he did last year though he stand once more where last year he trod | V |
O wonderful procession fore ordained by God | V |
Wonderful in unity wonderful in diversity | V |
Contemplate it soul and see | V |
How the material universe moves and strives with anguish and glee | V |
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I was born for that reason | A2 |
With muscles heart and eyes | Q |
To watch each following season | A2 |
To work and to be wise | Q |
Not body and mind to tether | Z |
To unseen things alone | Y2 |
But to traverse together | Z |
The known and the unknown | Y2 |
My muscles were not welded | V |
To waste away in sleep | Z2 |
My bones were never builded | V |
To throw upon a heap | Z2 |
Man worships God in action | A2 |
Senses and reason call | K2 |
And thought is putrefaction | A2 |
If thought is all in all | K2 |
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Most of the guests are gone look over there | Z |
Against a pillar leans with absent air | Z |
A tall dark pallid waiter There he stands | Q |
Limply with vacant eyes and listless hands | Q |
He dreams of some small Tyrolean town | A2 |
A church a bridge a stream that rushes down | A2 |
A frustrate hankering man this one short time | A3 |
Unconscious he into my gaze did climb | A3 |
He sinks again again he is but one | A2 |
Of many myriads underneath the sun | A2 |
Now faint now vivid How puzzling is it all | K2 |
For now again in spite of all | K2 |
The lights the chairs the diners and the hall | K2 |
Lose their opacity | V |
Fool exert your will | O2 |
Finish your whisky up and pay your bill | O2 |
John Collings Squire, Sir
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