Saturday Night In The Parthenon Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLBMNOPQRS HHTUVWXYZUKA2B2C2UHD 2E2F2G2KH2I2LJ2K2L2M 2TKN2O2BP2Q2QR2QQQQQ S2UUT2T2QU2V2W2T2X2Y 2Z2QA3QB3T2C3KD3QN2| Tiny green birds skate over the surface of the room | A |
| A naked girl prepares a basin with steaming water | B |
| And in the corner away from the hearth the red wheels | C |
| Of an up ended chariot slowly turn | D |
| After a long moment the door to the other world opens | E |
| And the golden figure of a man appears He stands | F |
| Ruddy as a salmon beside the niche where are kept | G |
| The keepsakes of the Prince of Earth then sadly drawing | H |
| A hammer out of his side he advances to an oaken desk | I |
| And being careful to strike in exact fury pounds it to bits | J |
| Another woman has by now taken her station | K |
| Beside the bubbling tub | L |
| Her legs are covered with a silken blue fur | B |
| Which in places above the knees | M |
| Grows to the thickness of a lion's mane | N |
| The upper sphere of her chest | O |
| Is gathered into huge creases by two jeweled pins | P |
| Transparent little boots reveal toes | Q |
| Which an angel could want | R |
| Beneath her on the floor a beautiful cinnamon cat | S |
| Plays with a bunch of yellow grapes running | H |
| Its paws in and out like a boy being a silly king | H |
| Her voice is round and white as she says | T |
| 'Your bath is ready darling Don't wait too long ' | U |
| But he has already drawn away to the window | V |
| And through its circular opening looks | W |
| As a man into the pages of his death | X |
| 'Terrible horsemen are setting fire to the earth | Y |
| Houses are burning the people fly before | Z |
| The red spears of a speckled madness ' | U |
| 'Please dear ' interrupts the original woman | K |
| 'We cannot help them Under the cancerous foot | A2 |
| Of their hatred they were born to perish | B2 |
| Like beasts in a well of spiders | C2 |
| Come now sweet the water will get cold ' | U |
| A little wagon pulled by foxes lowers from the ceiling | H |
| Three men are seated on its cushions which breathe | D2 |
| Like purple breasts The head of one is tipped | E2 |
| To the right where on a bed of snails a radiant child | F2 |
| Is crowing sleepily the heads of the other two are turned | G2 |
| Upward as though in contemplation | K |
| Of an authority which is not easily apprehended | H2 |
| Yet they act as one lifting the baby from its rosy perch | I2 |
| And depositing it gently in the tub | L |
| The water hisses over its scream a faint smell | J2 |
| Of horror floats up Then the three withdraw | K2 |
| With their hapless burden and the tinny bark | L2 |
| Of the foxes dies on the air | M2 |
| 'It hasn't grown cold yet ' the golden figure says | T |
| And he strokes the belly of the second woman | K |
| Running his hands over her fur like someone asleep | N2 |
| They lie together under the shadow of a giant crab | O2 |
| Which polishes its thousand vises beside the fire | B |
| Farther back nearly obscured by kettles and chairs | P2 |
| A second landscape can be seen then a third fourth | Q2 |
| Fifth until the whole fluted like a rose | Q |
| And webbed in a miraculous workmanship | R2 |
| Ascends unto the seven thrones | Q |
| Where Tomorrow sits | Q |
| Slowly advancing down these shifting levels | Q |
| The white Queen of Heaven approaches | Q |
| Stars glitter in her hair A tree grows | Q |
| Out of her side and gazing through the foliage | S2 |
| The eyes of the Beautiful gleam 'Hurry darling ' | U |
| The first woman calls 'The water is getting cold ' | U |
| But he does not hear | T2 |
| The hilt of the knife is carved like a scepter | T2 |
| And like a scepter gently sways | Q |
| Above his mutilated throat | U2 |
| Smiling like a fashionable hat the furry girl | V2 |
| Walks quickly to the tub and throwing off | W2 |
| Her stained gown eels into the water | T2 |
| The other watches her sorrowfully then | X2 |
| Without haste as one would strangle an owl | Y2 |
| She flicks the wheel of the chariot around | Z2 |
| Which the black world bends | Q |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp without thrones or gates without faith | A3 |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp warmth or light for any of its creatures | Q |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp where even the children go mad and | B3 |
| As though unwound on a scroll the picture | T2 |
| Of Everyman's murder winks back at God | C3 |
| Farther away now nearly hidden by the human | K |
| Another landscape can be seen | D3 |
| And the wan smiling Queen of Heaven appears | Q |
| For a moment on the balconies of my chosen sleep | N2 |
Kenneth Patchen
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