Waking Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCABC AADDBC EEFCBC EGGHHI ABCJJI KLKMFM NIDDAB EDOPFE

Lying beneath a hundred seas of sleepA
With all those heavy waves flowing over meB
And I unconscious of the rolling nightC
Until slowly from deep to lesser deepA
Risen I felt the wandering seas no longer cover meB
But only air and lightC
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It was a sleepA
So dark and so bewilderingly deepA
That only death's were deeper or completerD
And none when I awoke stranger or sweeterD
Awake the strangeness still hung over meB
As I with far strayed senses stared at the lightC
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I and who was IE
Saw oh with what unaccustomed eyeE
The room was strange and everything was strangeF
Like a strange room entered by wild moonlightC
And yet familiar as the light swept over meB
And I rose from the nightC
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Strange yet stranger IE
And as one climbs from water up to landG
Fumbling for weedy steps with foot and handG
So I for yesterdays whereon to climbH
To this remote and new struck isle of timeH
But I found not myself nor yesterdayI
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Until slowly from deep to lesser deepA
Risen I felt the seas no longer over meB
But only air and lightC
Yes like one clutching at a ring I heardJ
The household noises as they stirredJ
And holding fast I wondered What were theyI
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I felt a strange hand lying at my sideK
Limp and cool I touched it and knew it mineL
A murmur and I remembered how the wind diedK
In the near aspens ThenM
Strange things were no more strangeF
I travelled among common thoughts againM
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And felt the new forged links of that strong chainN
That binds me to myself and this to dayI
To yesterday I heard it rattling nearD
With a no more astonished earD
And I had lost the strangeness of that sleepA
No more the long night rolled its great seas over meB
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O too anxious IE
For in this press of things familiarD
I have lost all that clungO
Round me awaking of strangeness and such sweetnessP
Nothing now is strangeF
Except the man that woke and then was IE

John Freeman



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Katherine Novak: Are you the Freeman who taught Imaginative Writing, fall 1967, U of Ark., Fayetteville? You were my instructor. We were both in Jim Whitehead's poetry workshop spring 1968--I, as as an undergrad. You wrote droll phrases on my handouts, We snickered; Jim shot the baleful look. I like your poem.
 

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