Elegy With A Bridle In Its Hand Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABC D EF GBC HI J FFK LB M NOF PQ JF BRF S FFT P J BUV F FT F FEF F BBI P WX FYB Z HFA2 E B2S B C2ID2 E2F2 PG2 F H2I2| One was a bay cowhorse from Piedra the other was a washed out palomino | A |
| And both stood at the rail of the corral both went on aging | B |
| In each effortless tail swish the flies rising then congregating again | C |
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| Around their eyes muzzles withers | D |
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| Their front teeth were by now as yellow as antique piano keys slanted to the angle | E |
| Of shingles on the maze of sheds barn around them their puckered | F |
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| Chins were round black as frostbitten oranges hanging unpicked from the limbs | G |
| Of trees all through winter like a comment of winter itself on everything | B |
| That led to it found gradually the way out again | C |
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| In the slowness of time Black time to white rind to blossom | H |
| Deity is in the details we are details among other details we long to be | I |
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| Teased out of ourselves And become all of them | J |
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| The bay had worms once had acquired the habit of drinking orange soda | F |
| From an uptilted bottle nibbling cookies from the flat of a hand like to do | F |
| Nothing else now the palomino liked to do nothing but gaze off | K |
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| At traffic going past on the road beyond vineyards it would follow each car | L |
| With a slight turning of its neck back forth as if it were a thing | B |
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| Of great interest to him | M |
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| If I rode them the palomino would stumble wheeze when it broke | N |
| Into a trot would relapse into a walk after a second or two then stop | O |
| Completely without cause the bay would keep going though it creaked | F |
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| Underneath me like a rocking chair of dry frail wood when I knew it could no longer | P |
| Continue but did so anyway or when the palomino would stop then take | Q |
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| Only a step or two when I nudged it forward again I would slip off either one of them | J |
| Riding bareback walk them slowly back letting them pause when they wanted to | F |
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| At dawn in winter sometimes there would be a pane of black ice covering | B |
| The surface of the water trough they would nudge it with their noses or muzzles | R |
| And stare at it as if they were capable of wonder or bewilderment | F |
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| They were worthless They were the motionless dusk the motionless | S |
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| Moonlight in the moonlight they were other worlds Worlds uninhabited | F |
| And without visitors Worlds that would cock an ear a moment | F |
| When the migrant workers come back at night to the sheds they were housed in | T |
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| And turn a radio on but only for a moment before going back to whatever | P |
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| Wordless tuneless preoccupation involved them | J |
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| The palomino was called Misfit the bay was named Querido Flacco | B |
| And the names of some of the other shapes had been Rockabye | U |
| And Ojo Pendejo Cue Ball Back Door Peter Frenchfry Sandman | V |
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| And Rolling Ghost Anastasia | F |
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| Death would come for both of them with its bridle of clear water in hand | F |
| And they would not look up from grazing on some patch of dry grass or even | T |
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| Acknowledge it much for a while I began to think that the world | F |
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| Rested on a limitless ossuary of horses where their bones skulls stretched | F |
| And fused until only the skeleton of one enormous horse underlay | E |
| The smoke of cities the cold branches of trees the distant | F |
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| Whine of traffic on the interstate | F |
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| If I by implication therefore anyone looked at them long enough at dusk | B |
| Or in moonlight he would know the idea of heaven of life everlasting | B |
| Was so much blown straw or momentary confetti | I |
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| At the unhappy wedding of a sister | P |
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| Heaven was neither the light nor was it the air if it took a physical form | W |
| It was splintered lumber no one could build anything with | X |
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| Heaven was a weight behind the eyes one would have to stare right through it | F |
| Until he saw the air itself just air the clarity that took the shackles from his eyes | Y |
| And the taste of the bit from his mouth knocked the rider off his back | B |
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| So he could walk for once in his life | Z |
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| Or just stand there for a moment before he became something else some | H |
| Flyspeck on the wall of a passing uninteruptible history whose sounds claimed | F |
| To be a cheering from bleachers but were actually no more than the noise | A2 |
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| Of cars entering the mouths of a tunnel | E |
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| And in the years that followed he would watch them in the backstretch or the far turn | B2 |
| At Santa Anita or Del Mar Watch the way they made it all seem effortless | S |
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| Watch the way they were explosive untiring | B |
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| And then watch the sun fail him again slip from the world watch | C2 |
| The stands slowly empty As if all moments came back to this one inexplicably | I |
| To this one out of all he might have chosen Heaven with ashes in its hair | D2 |
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| And filling what were once its eyes this one with its torn tickets | E2 |
| Littering the aisles the soft racket the wind made This one Which was his | F2 |
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| And if the voice of a broken king were to come in the dusk whisper | P |
| To the world that grandstand with its thousands of empty seats | G2 |
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| Who among the numberless you have become desires this moment | F |
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| Which comprehends nothing more than loss fragility the fleeing of flesh | H2 |
| He would have to look up at the quickening dark say Me I do It's mine | I2 |
Larry Levis
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