Bel Canto Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABACABDD EFEGEGHI JKJLJLMM JJJNJJJJ LOLOLOPP QRQOQOHH SJSJHJOO TUTVTUHH JIJIVIJJ WHWHWHII IHIHTJHH XIXIXIHH LYLYLYHH IQJQJQII LHHZLHA2A2 QUQB2QUHH HXC2XC2XII LILILIJX

The sun is high the seaside air is sharpA
And salty light reveals the Mayan SchoolB
The Irish hope their names are on the harpA
We see the sheep's advertisement for woolC
Boulders are here to throw against a tarpA
From which comes bursting forth a puzzled muleB
Perceval seizes it and mounts it thenD
The blood dimmed tide recedes and then comes in againD
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Fateful connections that we make to thingsE
Whose functioning's oblivious to our livesF
How sidewise news of light from darkness springsE
How blue bees buzz from big blooms back to hivesG
And make the honey while the queen bee singsE
Leadbelly in arrangements by Burl IvesG
How long ago I saw the misted pine treesH
And hoped no matter how to get them into poetryI
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Stendhal at fifty gazing as it happenedJ
On Rome from the Janiculum decidedK
That one way he could give his life a stipendJ
Was to suspend his being Amour's fighterL
And get to know himself Here he had ripenedJ
Accomplished loved and lived was a great writerL
But never had explored in true detailM
His childhood and his growing up So he set sailM
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Composing La Vie de Henry BrulardJ
But in five hundred pages scarcely gotJ
Beyond his seventeenth year for it is hardJ
To take into account what happens hereN
And fit it all onto an index cardJ
Even one moment of it is too hotJ
Complex and cannibalistically connectedJ
To every other which is what might be expectedJ
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Sterne's hero has a greater problem neverL
Getting much past his birth I've had a third oneO
My autobiography if I should everL
Start out to write it quickly seems a burdenO
An I will do that the next time endeavorL
Whatever life I do write's an absurd oneO
As if some crazy person with a knifeP
Cut up and made a jigsaw puzzle of a lifeP
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In any case a life that's hardly possibleQ
In the conditions that we really live inR
Where easy flying leaps to inaccessibleQ
Mountainy places where love is a givenO
And misery if there infinitesimalQ
Are quite the norm Here none by pain is drivenO
That is not curable by the romanzaH
That's kept in readiness to finish any stanzaH
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Whatever then I see at this late stage ofS
My life I may or may not have stayed ignorantJ
Of that great book I've strained to write one page ofS
Yet always hoping my page was significantJ
Be it or not for me and for the agesH
I leave it as it is Yet as a figurantJ
Who has not stopped I'm writing in additionO
More lines to clarify my present dispositionO
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One person in a million finds out somethingT
Perhaps each fifty years and that is knowledgeU
Newton Copernicus Einstein are cunningT
The rest of us just rise and go to collegeV
With no more hope to come home with the buntingT
Than a stray dachshund going through the villageU
However what a treat our small successesH
Of present and of past at various addressesH
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To be in all those places where I tarriedJ
Too little or too late or bright and earlyI
To love again the first woman I marriedJ
To marvel at such things as melancholyI
Sophistication drums a baby carriageV
A John Cage concert heard at Alice TullyI
How my desire when young to be a poetJ
Made me attentive and oblivious every momentJ
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Do you remember Oceanview the FairW
The heights above the river The canoesH
The place we beached them and the grass was bareW
Those days the sandbars gave our knees a truceH
The crooked line of pantry shelves with pearW
And cherry jam And Pancho with his nooseH
Do you remember Full and Half and EmptyI
Do you remember sorrow standing in the entryI
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Do you remember thought and talking plainlyI
Michel and I went walking after ChartresH
Cathedral had engaged our spirits mainlyI
By giving us an insight into BarthesH
Michel said he was capable of feigningT
Renewed intentions of the soul's deep partJ
Like this cathedral's artificial forcesH
That press a kind of artless thought into our facesH
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And yet The moor is dark beneath the moonX
The porcupine turns over on its bellyI
And new conceptions rap at the cocoonX
Civilization dealing with us fairlyI
For once releases its ErectheionX
Of understanding which consoles us nearlyI
Later we study certain characteristicsH
That may give us a better chance with the statisticsH
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How much I'd like to live the whole thing overL
But making some corrections as I goY
To be a better husband and a fatherL
Be with my babies on a sled in snowY
By twenty I'd have understood my motherL
And by compassion found a way to knowY
What separates the what I started out asH
From what I sometimes wished I was when in the mountainsH
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To be once more the one who what was worthyI
Of courtship courted it was quite as stressfulQ
As trying to er as they say give birth toJ
A poem and as often unsuccessfulQ
But it was nice to be sublime and flirtyJ
With radiant girls and in some strange way restfulQ
I could be everything I wasn't usuallyI
And then to get somebody else to feel it mutuallyI
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In poems the same problem or a similarL
Desire of course not only to do old thingsH
But things unheard of yet by nuns or visitorsH
And of the melancholy finch be co finchZ
In singing songs with such a broad parameterL
That seamstresses would stare forget to sew thingsH
Astronauts quit the sky athletes the stadiumA2
To hear them and the rest of what they hear be tediumA2
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Such wild desires I think it's recognizableQ
Are part and parcel of the Human ImageU
And in a way I'd say no less predictableQ
Than Popeye's feelings for a can of spinachB2
Yet if we're set on course by the InvisibleQ
All pre determined what about the languageU
That teases me each morning with its leaningsH
Toward the Unprogrammed Altitudes beyond its meaningsH
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Are you O particles O atoms nominativesH
Like Percevals and Stendhals set in motionX
By some Ordaining Will that is definitiveC2
Is this invading chill and high emotionX
This tendency to know one is regenerativeC2
Is this all tidal take home like the oceanX
Be what you may my thanks for your societyI
Through the long life I've had your jokes and your varietyI
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The warmth you've shown in giving me a temperatureL
That I can live with and the strength you've shared with meI
In arms and legs and for your part in literatureL
What can I say It is as if life stared at meI
And kissed my lips and left it as a signatureL
Thank you for that and thank you for preparing meI
For love itself and friendship its co agentJ
Thank you for being this and for its inspirationX

Kenneth Koch



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