Night-scented Stock Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFE BBGGHH IIJJKLKL MMNNOO PHQHRSTSTB UBWhite white in the milky night | A |
The moon danced over a tree | B |
Wouldn't it be lovely to swim in the lake | C |
Someone whispered to me | B |
- | |
Oh do do do cooed someone else | D |
And clasped her hands to her chin | E |
I should so love to see the white bodies | F |
All the white bodies jump in | E |
- | |
The big dark house hid secretly | B |
Behind the magnolia and the spreading pear tree | B |
But there was a sound of music music rippled and ran | G |
Like a lady laughing behind her fan | G |
Laughing and mocking and running away | H |
Come into the garden it's as light as day | H |
- | |
I can't dance to that Hungarian stuff | I |
The rhythm in it is not passionate enough | I |
Said somebody I absolutely refuse | J |
But he took off his socks and his shoes | J |
And round he spun It's like Hungarian fruit dishes | K |
Hard and bright a mechanical blue | L |
His white feet flicked in the grass like fishes | K |
Someone cried I want to dance too | L |
- | |
But one with a queer Russian ballet head | M |
Curled up on a blue wooden bench instead | M |
And another shadowy shadowy and tall | N |
Walked in the shadow of the dark house wall | N |
Someone beside her It shone in the gloom | O |
His round grey hat like a wet mushroom | O |
- | |
Don't you think perhaps piped someone's flute | P |
How sweet the flowers smell I heard the other say | H |
Somebody picked a wet wet pink | Q |
Smelled it and threw it away | H |
Is the moon a virgin or is she a harlot | R |
Asked somebody Nobody would tell | S |
The faces and the hands moved in a pattern | T |
As the music rose and fell | S |
In a dancing mysterious moon bright pattern | T |
Like flowers nodding under the sea | B |
- | |
The music stopped and there was nothing left of them | U |
But the moon dancing over the tree | B |
Katherine Mansfield
(1)
Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about Night-scented Stock poem by Katherine Mansfield
Best Poems of Katherine Mansfield