Heine In Paris Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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LATE a cold smear of sunlight bathes the roomA
The gilt lime of winter a sun grown melancholy oldB
Streams in the glass Outside ten thousand chimneys fumeA
Looping the weather birds with rings of goldB
The spires of Paris pricked in an iron spumeA
Uprise like stars of water and mail the skyC
Night comes the wind is coldB
La Mouche has lit the candles cleared up the messD
She is talking this merry little girl of the new clownE
Mercutio in red spots and Miss Nellie the Equine PrincessD
Who can ride three terrible horses upside downE
'Mon dieu quelle cirque ' and Madame Stephanie's dressD
'As true as I live' the clear little voice trickles onF
All over the Circus on and on and all over the townE
Now she has creaked downstairs Heine is left aloneG
Knees hugged in bed the drug purring in his brainH
And the windows turning blue He can see some clouds being blownG
Scraping their big soft bellies on the paneH
'Take me O Clouds ' but in a puff they've flownG
So once they fled in Eighteen Twenty NineI
From Hamburg was it in a damp disdainH
Hamburg those roofs of tulip red those floating treesJ
Those black masts clotting the air and swart cigarsK
And puffed old bankers panting along the quaysK
And Uncle Solomon shouting amongst the sparsK
And Uncle Solomon's cargoes coffee and cheeseK
And Uncle Solomon's face like a copper moonL
And Uncle Solomon's daughter and the stars the starsK
O Hamburg and Amalie the stars and dungM
He remembered suddenly that night he stood belowN
Dark in the street with stinging heart and helpless tongueM
And her face passed in the pane like paper to and froN
But in a thousand songs that song was never sungM
Amalie Amalie who was only a foaming of thoughtO
A thing thought of and forgotten long agoN
And Louise Diana and Jenny and all those brightP
Mad girls who had scrawled their names inside his mindQ
All vanished all gone and all of them forged in a nightP
Conspired of dreams and leaving no dream behindQ
Ungrateful for their dreaming flight after flightP
Of musings wrapped in satin fancies in silkR
And a thousand thoughts of naked roses and milkR
By love and the moon designedQ
But now it seemed that these were only one thoughtO
One stone of Venus cut with a hundred sidesK
One girl revealed ten thousand times and caughtS
Ten thousand times from out those amorous tidesK
Now she was gone They were all gone those girls that he had soughtO
All gone or paunched in marriage or crushed in gravesK
Or promised for other men's bridesK
And it was only a ghost's hair that had spiltT
Fur of the night in kissing dark and strangeU
To choke his lips And all of those worlds he'd builtT
The girls he'd conjured before his dreams took mangeU
The rogues he'd stamped on harlot trollop and jiltT
The fools he'd blistered all of them passed and forgottenV
But that that did not changeU
Men crumbled man lived on In that animal's faceK
'Twas but a squirt aimed at the moon to fling contemptW
Meyerbeer Borne and Klopstock vanished but in their placeK
New Klopstocks Meyerbeers blown again and Bornes undreamtW
Sprang up like fungi and there remained no traceK
Of lashings past Men men he could flog for everX
But man was still exemptW
That did not change always the world remainedW
Breathing and sleeping loving and taking in loveY
Fighting and coupling life by the belly constrainedW
Stupid in roads of flesh eating but never enoughZ
Ravening never to cease warring but nothing gainedW
Babbling to silent Christs climbing to heavens of the brainH
Unknown unanswering aboveY
All these remained words passed The paper he'd filledW
Deep to the lips in bitter salt with fury and tearsK
No man remembered anger and fools were stilledW
In dust alike and out of those roaring yearsK
What now was left of all the passion he'd spilledW
The fire he'd struck A cadence or two of loveY
A song that had stroked men's earsK
All wrong all wasted Now in this winter snowN
In the black winds from Russia and the printed mane of nightW
Heine looked out and gazed at the world belowN
Thick with old chemicals breaking far out of sightW
With ageless tides of man ah granite flowN
Eternal changeless flux of humanityW
Undying darkness and lightW
Not treading those floods could save him not striking stoneG
Not damning the world could serve only to flyC
Careless of men and their shouting untouched aloneG
Snatched by his own gods from a falling skyC
And singing his own way clutching his own his ownG
Blind to the world yes that was the road of HeineI
Up to the sun solitary a speck in the etherX
'Ha now Christ Jesus and Jehovah I choose to die 'A2

Kenneth Slessor



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