Pan Beniowski - Final Part Of Canto Five Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGH IJKLLMNL OPLQRSTU LLVTWQLL XFLLLYLL WLZA2LWB2Y C2D2QLCE2LG LLPF2ZLQL G2WMLLLH2L TI2J2LQLLL I2K2LLLLLQ LL2LLWM2F2G2 N2I2O2F2P2JG2Q2 LPQLF2O2LJ R2LF2LLFLL S2VLLQLQL VTLLR2LLQ QT2U2FR2QQL LLR2G2R2LO2V2 W2X2Y2Z2R2QR2R2 QLA| Surging like a vast current of salmon or sheatfish | A |
| Coiling up and down like an iron serpent | B |
| That rears now its torso now its head | C |
| The armed horsemen breast the prairie grass | D |
| But hold my song's device breaks down | E |
| My Muse begs a rest having drained her cup | F |
| Empty of sweet nectar and so farewell | G |
| To you on that steppeland rise | H |
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| My pair of golden sun drenched statues | I |
| My iron ranks wallowing in the grass and herbage | J |
| One needs here the yearning of a Malczewski | K |
| The kind found in men who are half angels | L |
| One ought to sing here meanwhile I weave fables | L |
| Whenever I stir up the ashes of my homeland | M |
| And then raise my hand once more to the harp | N |
| Specters from the grave rise before me specters | L |
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| So lovely So transparent Fresh Alive Young | O |
| That I am incapable of shedding real tears over them | P |
| And yet I lead them in a dance about the valleys | L |
| They take from my heart whatever they like | Q |
| A sonnet a tragedy a legend or sublime ode | R |
| It is all that I have all that I cherish and believe in | S |
| Believe in You ask me my dear reader | T |
| What I believe in If I told it would raise a furor | U |
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| In the first place this rhyme which scoffs and reviles | L |
| Has a political credo these are Dantesque regions | L |
| You have entered I believe with a pagan's heart | V |
| In Shakespeare's rhymes in Dante and in Homer | T |
| I believe in the commonwealth of an only son | W |
| In our case it was that surly fellow Mochnacki | Q |
| Though he never stopped spinning his mighty dreams | L |
| He allowed the Dictator to stretch him upon a cross | L |
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| I believe that he came into being in human form | X |
| And went to the Great Judgment that lights up | F |
| Our land on the way he dropped in on the Aristocracy | L |
| And bided in that flameless Hell for three days | L |
| Then in a little book he passed judgment on his brothers | L |
| Those who are upright and those who feel no shame | Y |
| In him I believe and in his two unfinished books | L |
| I believe in all the saints of our migr circles | L |
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| And in their spiritual communion with our nation | W |
| In the forgiveness of sins committed by our leaders | L |
| And the resurrection of our elected Sejm under Herod | Z |
| Which being a very amusing body will constitute | A2 |
| The best proof of the resurrection of the body | L |
| The supreme instance of bodily resuscitation | W |
| And finally secure as to the future I should add | B2 |
| That I believe in the life everlasting of that Sejm | Y |
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| Amen This amen chokes me catches in my throat | C2 |
| Like the amen Macbeth uttered Still I believe | D2 |
| That like cranes chained to the wing the nations are making | Q |
| Progress that knights rise out of the bones | L |
| That the tyrant cannot sleep when he bloodies the bed | C |
| Or robs the eagles of the youngest brood | E2 |
| That fire and serpents and fear are his bedfellows | L |
| All this I believe yes and in God as well | G |
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| O God Who has not felt You in the blue fields | L |
| Of Ukraine where the level plains arouse | L |
| Such sadness in the soul that ranges over them | P |
| When accompanied by a windy hymn | F2 |
| The dust which Tartar hordes drenched in blood | Z |
| Takes wing shrouds the golden sun in ashes | L |
| Blurs reddens it then suspends it in the sky | Q |
| Like a black buckler with blood shot eyes | L |
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| Who has not seen You Almighty God | G2 |
| On that great steppe under a lifeless sun | W |
| When the mounds on which all crosses stand | M |
| Bring blood to mind or crooked flames | L |
| When far off thunders a sea of bent grass | L |
| Burial mounds cry out with a terrible voice | L |
| The locust unfurls its black rainbows and the garland | H2 |
| Of graves melts away into the distance | L |
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| Who has not felt You in the terrors of nature | T |
| In the great steppe or on Golgotha's hill | I2 |
| Or among columns surmounted not by a roof | J2 |
| But by a moon and an untold number of stars | L |
| And who in the zest and ardor of youthful feeling | Q |
| Has not felt that You exist or plucking daisies | L |
| Has not found You in those daisies and forget me nots | L |
| Yet still he seeks You in prayer and good deeds | L |
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| No doubt he will find You no doubt he will | I2 |
| I wish small hearted men a humble faith | K2 |
| And a peaceful death Jehovah's flashing face | L |
| Is of vast measure When I count up the layers | L |
| Of exposed earth and see the bone piles | L |
| Lying there like the standards of lost armies | L |
| At the foot of mountain ridges skeletal remains | L |
| That also bear witness to God's being | Q |
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| I see that He is not only the God of worms | L |
| And things that creep and crawl upon the dust | L2 |
| He loves the booming flight of gigantic birds | L |
| Puts no curb on stampeding horses | L |
| He is the flaming plume of proud helms Often | W |
| A great deed will sway Him where a tear drop | M2 |
| Shed on the church doorstep will not before Him | F2 |
| I fall down prostrate for He is God | G2 |
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| Where then is humility's forerunner the man | N2 |
| Who contended with me like a god I seek him still | I2 |
| I'll cleave his head with a lightning bolt just as yesterday | O2 |
| I dealt him a blow on the breast Have you seen him | F2 |
| His lips are seasoned with wormwood The people | P2 |
| Who believed in him make a show of joy | J |
| Yet droop their heads for they know it was my nod | G2 |
| That brought the Prophet Bard back to life | Q2 |
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| Bit by bit I tore my heart to shreds | L |
| Forged the pieces into firebolts and hurled them | P |
| At his face each piece boomed like a crag | Q |
| As if high in the sky I had shattered a god into bits | L |
| And now the pieces were raining down I smashed him | F2 |
| But what have I gained in the eyes of the people today | O2 |
| The battle and victory took place high in the heavens | L |
| People see nothing in me but courage | J |
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| Indeed My nation If you had but seen | R2 |
| How lonely and sorrow laden I was | L |
| Knowing that if my firebolt failed to pierce him | F2 |
| The Lithuanians would seize me in their collective claws | L |
| But then recalling my nest in the eastern marches | L |
| I beckoned to Kremenets Mountain that it rise up | F |
| And put that rabble to flight that it stand with me | L |
| Or take up an inferior position beneath me | L |
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| For my sad heart breaks into pieces at the thought | S2 |
| That there are no noble hearted souls taking my part | V |
| That to no purpose do I cast impassioned words | L |
| Filled with tears blood and brilliant flashes | L |
| On hearts that remain repellent to me I | Q |
| Who also have a land that is rich in flowering meads | L |
| A native land flowing with blood and milk | Q |
| And it ought likewise to love me | L |
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| If you you are without hearts then my heart | V |
| Shall feel for you shall forgive without measure | T |
| River Ikwa Inundate this carpet of green meadows | L |
| You too have renown for it is as if your lapping waves | L |
| Were weighing matters of colossal moment with the Niemen | R2 |
| It was you who forced old Niemen to confess | L |
| My greatness that we are flowing forward to glory | L |
| But he said Let him go where we go | Q |
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| But oh my Prophet Bard Where are you going | Q |
| What harbor beacon lights your way and where | T2 |
| Either you founder in the depths of Slavonic atavism | U2 |
| Or with your lightning mind you sweep up | F |
| The refuse and drive it at the Pontiff's triple crown | R2 |
| I know your harbors and coastlands I shall not go | Q |
| With you or go your false way I shall take | Q |
| Another road and the nation will go with me | L |
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| If it should chose to love I shall give it a swan's voice | L |
| That it might sing out its love If it should chose to curse | L |
| It will curse through me should it chose to burn | R2 |
| I shall furnish the heat I shall lead it wherever God | G2 |
| Would take it to infinity in every direction | R2 |
| My name will serve as a vessel for its blood and tears | L |
| My standard shall never play it false by day | O2 |
| It will shine like the sun by night like a fiery cloud | V2 |
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| Ah So you show up at last my knight | W2 |
| Now I shall have at you with my sword | X2 |
| First I shall show you the sun reflected in my shield | Y2 |
| Then before the sun I shall unbosom you of fear | Z2 |
| I shall reveal the falsehood in your latest orison | R2 |
| And with that falsehood shown deal your death blow | Q |
| I gaze on your face green in the night like the moon | R2 |
| So have you renounced the power of the sun | R2 |
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| I told you that you were like a Lithuanian deity rising | Q |
| Out of a holy place embosomed by dark pines | L |
| Clutche | A |
Juliusz Slowacki
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