Chapter 9 - The Seven Selves Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B C D D B D B E F| In the stillest hour of the night as I lay half asleep my seven selves sat together and thus conversed in whisper | A |
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| First Self Here in this madman I have dwelt all these years with naught to do but renew his pain by day and recreate his sorrow by night I can bear my fate no longer and now I rebel | B |
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| Second Self Yours is a better lot than mine brother for it is given to me to be this madman's joyous self I laugh his laughter and sing his happy hours and with thrice winged feet I dance his brighter thoughts It is I that would rebel against my weary existence | C |
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| Third Self And what of me the love ridden self the flaming brand of wild passion and fantastic desires It is I the love sick self who would rebel against this madman | D |
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| Fourth Self I amongst you all am the most miserable for naught was given me but odious hatred and destructive loathing It is I the tempest like self the one born in the black caves of Hell who would protest against serving this madman | D |
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| Fifth Self Nay it is I the thinking self the fanciful self the self of hunger and thirst the one doomed to wander without rest in search of unknown things and things not yet created it is I not you who would rebel | B |
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| Sixth Self And I the working self the pitiful labourer who with patient hands and longing eyes fashion the days into images and give the formless elements new and eternal forms it is I the solitary one who would rebel against this restless madman | D |
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| Seventh Self How strange that you all would rebel against this man because each and every one of you has a preordained fate to fulfil Ah could I but be like one of you a self with a determined lot But I have none I am the do nothing self the one who sits in the dumb empty nowhere and nowhen while you are busy re creating life Is it you or I neighbours who should rebel | B |
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| When the seventh self thus spake the other six selves looked with pity upon him but said nothing more and as the night grew deeper one after the other went to sleep enfolded with a new and happy submission | E |
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| But the seventh self remained watching and gazing at nothingness which is behind all things | F |
Khalil Gibran
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