Music Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAABBCCADADADEEAEAA FGHIJGHKLKLEMEEMEANN ONEEPEQRRQMEESQETEPU VUUEWECVEHEXVUUVYUZE EEECCEEA2MCEEEEAEESE EB2EEEB2EAC2D2D2C2E2 PPE2VF2F2VG2B2B2G2PE H2CEH2CH2I2I2ECEEECE EPPJ2J2PF2K2CEJ2L2EH 2CK2ESHJ2J2HM2M2HEEL 2CJ2J2CEJ2J2EEN2J2O2 BJ2BO2N2EP2CPP2PCEZE EF2EF2EH2| I | A |
| MUSIC on the air's edge rides alone | B |
| Plumed like empastured Caesars of the sky | A |
| With a god's helmet now in the gold dye | A |
| Of sunlight the iron cloak the Tuscan stone | B |
| Melt to enchanted flesh a voice is blown | B |
| Down from the windy pit like a star falling | C |
| Men think it is a lost eagle calling | C |
| But the fool and the lover know it for Music's cry | A |
| He is running with the Valkyrs on a road of manes | D |
| Darkness draws back its fur the stars course by | A |
| Fighting the windy beaks of hurricanes | D |
| To keep their stations in the sky | A |
| Away away The little earth light wanes | D |
| The moon has drowned herself cold music rings | E |
| The battering of a thousand Vulcanals | E |
| Hammers the blood a thousand horsemen fly | A |
| Belly to air away Now Music sings | E |
| Harshly like horns of Tartars blown on high | A |
| II | A |
| A SHIP in hell marooned | F |
| He lies under the mast | G |
| Caked with the sticky unguents of the sun | H |
| Sluggishly at his wound | I |
| The rat Pain biting with bloody teeth | J |
| And broken nails is fed at last | G |
| The tale is done | H |
| Let the shell of bleeding flesh remain | K |
| This crusted finery is nothing worth | L |
| He flings his body carelessly to Pain | K |
| Meat for the earth | L |
| Trumpets of godhood The voice of Music sings | E |
| Lost in the dark forest riding out | M |
| Louder and nearer with triumphant wings | E |
| Music and his eternal cavaliers | E |
| Now Tristan rises with a mighty shout | M |
| Nobody hears | E |
| III | A |
| O SILENT night dark beach | N |
| Drowning like lovers each in each | N |
| Uncharge thy musky boughs unbend | O |
| Thy mouths of air and give them speech | N |
| Then like a nest of thieves | E |
| The golden tattling leaves | E |
| Will sell their mask for bravoes' love | P |
| Or cry their fruit to stranger Eves | E |
| And voices ride | Q |
| By foam and field | R |
| Of drowsy lovers lips unsealed | R |
| Blown to the lazy tide | Q |
| 'With love we put the planets out | M |
| With kissing drowned the bells | E |
| And struck the clambering moon to ice | E |
| Now we shall sleep and hide ' | S |
| I sang with Nonie side by side | Q |
| Sunk in a drift of tumbled laces | E |
| Till Music breathed his enormous flute | T |
| Over our small upturned faces | E |
| IV | P |
| IN the pans of straw coned country | U |
| This river is the solitary traveller | V |
| Nothing else moves the sky lies empty | U |
| Birds there are none and cattle not many | U |
| Now it is sunlight what is the difference | E |
| Nothing The sun is as white as moonlight | W |
| Wind has buffeted flat the grasses | E |
| Long long ago but now there is nothing | C |
| Wind gone and men gone only the water | V |
| Stumbling over the stones in silence | E |
| Nothing but fields with roots gone rotten | H |
| Paddocks unploughed and clotted marshes | E |
| Even the wind that stirred them has vanished | X |
| Only the river remains with its water | V |
| Shambling over the straw coned country | U |
| Nothing else moves the sky lies empty | U |
| Only the river remains with its water | V |
| And droughts will come | Y |
| V | U |
| IN and out the countryfolk the carriages and carnival | Z |
| Pastry cooks in all directions push to barter their confections | E |
| Trays of little gilded cakes caramels in painted flakes | E |
| Marzipan of various makes and macaroons of all complexions | E |
| Riding on a tide of country faces | E |
| Up and down the smoke and crying | C |
| Girls with apple eyes are flying | C |
| Country boys in costly braces | E |
| Run with red pneumatic faces | E |
| Trumpets gleam whistles scream | A2 |
| Organs cough their coloured steam out | M |
| Dogs are worming sniffing squirming | C |
| Air balloons and paper moons | E |
| Roundabouts with curdled tunes | E |
| Drowned bassoons and waggon jacks | E |
| Tents like flowers of candle wax | E |
| 'Buy buy buy buy | A |
| Cotton ties cakes and pies what a size test your eyes hairdyes | E |
| candy shies all a prize penny tries no lies watch it rise | E |
| buy buy buy buy ' | S |
| So everybody buys | E |
| Gently the doctor of magic mutters | E |
| Opens his puppet stall | B2 |
| Pulls back the painted shutters | E |
| Ruffles the golden lace | E |
| Ha The crowd flutters | E |
| Reddened and sharp and small | B2 |
| O Petroushka's face | E |
| VI | A |
| TORCHES and running fire the flagstones drip | C2 |
| Like a black mirror wet from killing Smoke goes up | D2 |
| Clouding the gilded rafter birds and the flying cup | D2 |
| That floats with magic wine to Konchak's lip | C2 |
| Then the Khan claps his beard and harps are brushed | E2 |
| Clear in the darkness dancers' bells far off | P |
| Blab at their ankles Now from the gold trough | P |
| We have dipped bowls of mare's milk all is hushed | E2 |
| Suddenly dull bubbling drums uprise grow thicker | V |
| Split with a scream of metal glazed in the flare | F2 |
| Tartar girls rapidly whirl in storms of animal hair | F2 |
| Spinning in islands of movement quicker and quicker | V |
| In the middle of the dance smiling at his whim | G2 |
| Khan Konchak rose and left the golden hall | B2 |
| Soon there was silent darkness over all | B2 |
| One of the dancers was sent after him | G2 |
| VII | P |
| IN the apple country in the apple trees | E |
| The boughs are bubbling with pink snow | H2 |
| To frost the fields A thousand birds fall crying | C |
| Sharp and sweet like morning stars in seas | E |
| Deeper than air A thousand blossoms blow | H2 |
| Drops of gold blood like flowers gone flying | C |
| Drowning with foam the drowsy girls below | H2 |
| These country girls in hats of straw | I2 |
| Take kissing as a natural law | I2 |
| Put up their cheeks like rosy saucers | E |
| Gravely on tiptoe waiting | C |
| They plainly do not know the dangers | E |
| This practice breeds from courteous strangers | E |
| Who find on airing their politeness | E |
| Such local customs captivating | C |
| As for my part under the trees | E |
| I found a girl with tawny knees | E |
| Pretty enough at a hurried view | P |
| We lay on blossoms glassed with dew | P |
| I didn't notice her till we kissed | J2 |
| How pleasant a sentimentalist | J2 |
| VIII | P |
| OPEN It is the moon knocking with fists of air | F2 |
| To break thy doors down it is the lusty moon | K2 |
| More clamorous than hunting cries come tramping | C |
| With lanterns to uprouse thee drown the fields | E |
| In drifts of crystal waken the farms with light | J2 |
| And lovers call to buffet the rough smoke | L2 |
| From valleys rising up then like the juice | E |
| Of Juno's apples the rich Indian glow | H2 |
| Shall cast them out of Time and all be running | C |
| Dancing and kissing in this headlong breathless moon | K2 |
| This moon pulling at old hinges bawling through keyholes | E |
| Crying out 'Siegmund Siegmund Siegmund ' | S |
| The door flies open | H |
| In this house there is anger in the forest night | J2 |
| But love is under my laughter and under my cloak flight | J2 |
| O hast thou not yet woken | H |
| In night there is bitterness in sorrow tears to weep | M2 |
| But love is under my music and under my cloak sleep | M2 |
| O Lady hast thou spoken | H |
| In tears there is remembering in memory no release | E |
| But love is under my kissing and under my cloak peace | E |
| O hide beneath my cloak | L2 |
| So shall we steal into the deeps of Spring | C |
| Clasped each to each and swim the merry tide | J2 |
| Rounding the world on the green floods astride | J2 |
| Till drowned in a bubble of flowers too dazed to cling | C |
| We're thrown up pink and naked castaways | E |
| On some old beach where Time is put to rout | J2 |
| And the world a buried star not talked about | J2 |
| So shall we daunt the gods conceal their gaze | E |
| IX | E |
| ONCE at your words I would have struck to flame | N2 |
| The ground I strode on all the hives of blood | J2 |
| Gone bursting mad but now congealed and thick | O2 |
| Anger the wine chokes me hoods me with stone | B |
| Clogs and corrodes me with its marish flood | J2 |
| Suddenly as though to metal grown | B |
| I stand immovable feel strangely sick | O2 |
| And hear your voice far off crying my name | N2 |
| The clouds dissolve Now I can see your face | E |
| Immense and sweating the room has fallen in | P2 |
| Tiny beside it your face immense and sweating | C |
| Blurred into mockery at the words that fill you | P |
| Come then You wish to crush me Let us begin | P2 |
| Since it is obvious I shall have to kill you | P |
| Have done with useless voices and regretting | C |
| I want to get it over and leave this place | E |
| Then like some god on a stone pedestal | Z |
| Who stirs by night with unfamiliar limbs | E |
| I turn to an automation upraise | E |
| Half wondering an arm I find in the air | F2 |
| Clammy with grappled iron Everything swims | E |
| Fogged in the coughing gas light Blindly I stare | F2 |
| And stab once or twice stabbing in a daze | E |
| No | H2 |
Kenneth Slessor
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