A Poet's Death Is His Life Iv Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B C D E F| The dark wings of night enfolded the city upon which Nature had spread a pure white garment of snow and men deserted the streets for their houses in search of warmth while the north wind probed in contemplation of laying waste the gardens There in the suburb stood an old hut heavily laden with snow and on the verge of falling In a dark recess of that hovel was a poor bed in which a dying youth was lying staring at the dim light of his oil lamp made to flicker by the entering winds He a man in the spring of life who foresaw fully that the peaceful hour of freeing himself from the clutches of life was fast nearing He was awaiting Death's visit gratefully and upon his pale face appeared the dawn of hope and on his lops a sorrowful smile and in his eyes forgiveness | A |
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| He was poet perishing from hunger in the city of living rich He was placed in the earthly world to enliven the heart of man with his beautiful and profound sayings He as noble soul sent by the Goddess of Understanding to soothe and make gentle the human spirit But alas He gladly bade the cold earth farewell without receiving a smile from its strange occupants | B |
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| He was breathing his last and had no one at his bedside save the oil lamp his only companion and some parchments upon which he had inscribed his heart's feeling As he salvaged the remnants of his withering strength he lifted his hands heavenward he moved his eyes hopelessly as if wanting to penetrate the ceiling in order to see the stars from behind the veil clouds | C |
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| And he said Come oh beautiful Death my soul is longing for you Come close to me and unfasten the irons life for I am weary of dragging them Come oh sweet Death and deliver me from my neighbors who looked upon me as a stranger because I interpret to them the language of the angels Hurry oh peaceful Death and carry me from these multitudes who left me in the dark corner of oblivion because I do not bleed the weak as they do Come oh gentle Death and enfold me under your white wings for my fellowmen are not in want of me Embrace me oh Death full of love and mercy let your lips touch my lips which never tasted a mother's kiss not touched a sister's cheeks not caresses a sweetheart's fingertips Come and take me by beloved Death | D |
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| Then at the bedside of the dying poet appeared an angel who possessed a supernatural and divine beauty holding in her hand a wreath of lilies She embraced him and closed his eyes so he could see no more except with the eye of his spirit She impressed a deep and long and gently withdrawn kiss that left and eternal smile of fulfillment upon his lips Then the hovel became empty and nothing was lest save parchments and papers which the poet had strewn with bitter futility | E |
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| Hundreds of years later when the people of the city arose from the diseases slumber of ignorance and saw the dawn of knowledge they erected a monument in the most beautiful garden of the city and celebrated a feast every year in honor of that poet whose writings had freed them Oh how cruel is man's ignorance | F |
Khalil Gibran
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Kelly Kok: A sad poem on humanity. Anyone in the poet’s situation would look forward to death cause there’s no meaning in living in a world without compassion and kindness.
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