Music Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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IA
MUSIC on the air's edge rides aloneB
Plumed like empastured Caesars of the skyA
With a god's helmet now in the gold dyeA
Of sunlight the iron cloak the Tuscan stoneB
Melt to enchanted flesh a voice is blownB
Down from the windy pit like a star fallingC
Men think it is a lost eagle callingC
But the fool and the lover know it for Music's cryA
He is running with the Valkyrs on a road of manesD
Darkness draws back its fur the stars course byA
Fighting the windy beaks of hurricanesD
To keep their stations in the skyA
Away away The little earth light wanesD
The moon has drowned herself cold music ringsE
The battering of a thousand VulcanalsE
Hammers the blood a thousand horsemen flyA
Belly to air away Now Music singsE
Harshly like horns of Tartars blown on highA
IIA
A SHIP in hell maroonedF
He lies under the mastG
Caked with the sticky unguents of the sunH
Sluggishly at his woundI
The rat Pain biting with bloody teethJ
And broken nails is fed at lastG
The tale is doneH
Let the shell of bleeding flesh remainK
This crusted finery is nothing worthL
He flings his body carelessly to PainK
Meat for the earthL
Trumpets of godhood The voice of Music singsE
Lost in the dark forest riding outM
Louder and nearer with triumphant wingsE
Music and his eternal cavaliersE
Now Tristan rises with a mighty shoutM
Nobody hearsE
IIIA
O SILENT night dark beachN
Drowning like lovers each in eachN
Uncharge thy musky boughs unbendO
Thy mouths of air and give them speechN
Then like a nest of thievesE
The golden tattling leavesE
Will sell their mask for bravoes' loveP
Or cry their fruit to stranger EvesE
And voices rideQ
By foam and fieldR
Of drowsy lovers lips unsealedR
Blown to the lazy tideQ
'With love we put the planets outM
With kissing drowned the bellsE
And struck the clambering moon to iceE
Now we shall sleep and hide 'S
I sang with Nonie side by sideQ
Sunk in a drift of tumbled lacesE
Till Music breathed his enormous fluteT
Over our small upturned facesE
IVP
IN the pans of straw coned countryU
This river is the solitary travellerV
Nothing else moves the sky lies emptyU
Birds there are none and cattle not manyU
Now it is sunlight what is the differenceE
Nothing The sun is as white as moonlightW
Wind has buffeted flat the grassesE
Long long ago but now there is nothingC
Wind gone and men gone only the waterV
Stumbling over the stones in silenceE
Nothing but fields with roots gone rottenH
Paddocks unploughed and clotted marshesE
Even the wind that stirred them has vanishedX
Only the river remains with its waterV
Shambling over the straw coned countryU
Nothing else moves the sky lies emptyU
Only the river remains with its waterV
And droughts will comeY
VU
IN and out the countryfolk the carriages and carnivalZ
Pastry cooks in all directions push to barter their confectionsE
Trays of little gilded cakes caramels in painted flakesE
Marzipan of various makes and macaroons of all complexionsE
Riding on a tide of country facesE
Up and down the smoke and cryingC
Girls with apple eyes are flyingC
Country boys in costly bracesE
Run with red pneumatic facesE
Trumpets gleam whistles screamA2
Organs cough their coloured steam outM
Dogs are worming sniffing squirmingC
Air balloons and paper moonsE
Roundabouts with curdled tunesE
Drowned bassoons and waggon jacksE
Tents like flowers of candle waxE
'Buy buy buy buyA
Cotton ties cakes and pies what a size test your eyes hairdyesE
candy shies all a prize penny tries no lies watch it riseE
buy buy buy buy 'S
So everybody buysE
Gently the doctor of magic muttersE
Opens his puppet stallB2
Pulls back the painted shuttersE
Ruffles the golden laceE
Ha The crowd fluttersE
Reddened and sharp and smallB2
O Petroushka's faceE
VIA
TORCHES and running fire the flagstones dripC2
Like a black mirror wet from killing Smoke goes upD2
Clouding the gilded rafter birds and the flying cupD2
That floats with magic wine to Konchak's lipC2
Then the Khan claps his beard and harps are brushedE2
Clear in the darkness dancers' bells far offP
Blab at their ankles Now from the gold troughP
We have dipped bowls of mare's milk all is hushedE2
Suddenly dull bubbling drums uprise grow thickerV
Split with a scream of metal glazed in the flareF2
Tartar girls rapidly whirl in storms of animal hairF2
Spinning in islands of movement quicker and quickerV
In the middle of the dance smiling at his whimG2
Khan Konchak rose and left the golden hallB2
Soon there was silent darkness over allB2
One of the dancers was sent after himG2
VIIP
IN the apple country in the apple treesE
The boughs are bubbling with pink snowH2
To frost the fields A thousand birds fall cryingC
Sharp and sweet like morning stars in seasE
Deeper than air A thousand blossoms blowH2
Drops of gold blood like flowers gone flyingC
Drowning with foam the drowsy girls belowH2
These country girls in hats of strawI2
Take kissing as a natural lawI2
Put up their cheeks like rosy saucersE
Gravely on tiptoe waitingC
They plainly do not know the dangersE
This practice breeds from courteous strangersE
Who find on airing their politenessE
Such local customs captivatingC
As for my part under the treesE
I found a girl with tawny kneesE
Pretty enough at a hurried viewP
We lay on blossoms glassed with dewP
I didn't notice her till we kissedJ2
How pleasant a sentimentalistJ2
VIIIP
OPEN It is the moon knocking with fists of airF2
To break thy doors down it is the lusty moonK2
More clamorous than hunting cries come trampingC
With lanterns to uprouse thee drown the fieldsE
In drifts of crystal waken the farms with lightJ2
And lovers call to buffet the rough smokeL2
From valleys rising up then like the juiceE
Of Juno's apples the rich Indian glowH2
Shall cast them out of Time and all be runningC
Dancing and kissing in this headlong breathless moonK2
This moon pulling at old hinges bawling through keyholesE
Crying out 'Siegmund Siegmund Siegmund 'S
The door flies openH
In this house there is anger in the forest nightJ2
But love is under my laughter and under my cloak flightJ2
O hast thou not yet wokenH
In night there is bitterness in sorrow tears to weepM2
But love is under my music and under my cloak sleepM2
O Lady hast thou spokenH
In tears there is remembering in memory no releaseE
But love is under my kissing and under my cloak peaceE
O hide beneath my cloakL2
So shall we steal into the deeps of SpringC
Clasped each to each and swim the merry tideJ2
Rounding the world on the green floods astrideJ2
Till drowned in a bubble of flowers too dazed to clingC
We're thrown up pink and naked castawaysE
On some old beach where Time is put to routJ2
And the world a buried star not talked aboutJ2
So shall we daunt the gods conceal their gazeE
IXE
ONCE at your words I would have struck to flameN2
The ground I strode on all the hives of bloodJ2
Gone bursting mad but now congealed and thickO2
Anger the wine chokes me hoods me with stoneB
Clogs and corrodes me with its marish floodJ2
Suddenly as though to metal grownB
I stand immovable feel strangely sickO2
And hear your voice far off crying my nameN2
The clouds dissolve Now I can see your faceE
Immense and sweating the room has fallen inP2
Tiny beside it your face immense and sweatingC
Blurred into mockery at the words that fill youP
Come then You wish to crush me Let us beginP2
Since it is obvious I shall have to kill youP
Have done with useless voices and regrettingC
I want to get it over and leave this placeE
Then like some god on a stone pedestalZ
Who stirs by night with unfamiliar limbsE
I turn to an automation upraiseE
Half wondering an arm I find in the airF2
Clammy with grappled iron Everything swimsE
Fogged in the coughing gas light Blindly I stareF2
And stab once or twice stabbing in a dazeE
NoH2

Kenneth Slessor



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