The Future Of Hands Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKILMNAIOPQ RSTUVIJAW VJXAYZA2B2C2J D2TE2AF2G2 H2Q I2 J2K2 IL2SM2 N2M2JVAXQAO2P2MQ2R2S 2All winter | A |
The trees held up their silent hives | B |
As if they mattered | C |
But on one main street of bars and lights | D |
I watched a woman who had begged for days | E |
Throw all the coins back insulted | F |
Into the crowd | G |
And then each cheap stone on her necklace | H |
As if they were confetti | I |
At a bitter wedding | J |
And then her stained blouse | K |
I smiled then at her dignity | I |
But when the night came | L |
With only its usual stars to show | M |
She was applauded and spat on | N |
Or those passing stepped around her | A |
Avoiding her body | I |
As if it had become private or pure | O |
When the police arrived | P |
Sniveling about the cold day she had chosen | Q |
To strip | R |
Her face was a brown jewel | S |
And I knew the hands | T |
Of the police would have to close now | U |
On this body abandoned to wind | V |
Just as her hands closed finally | I |
On wind that would have nothing | J |
To do with her | A |
And never had | W |
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I know that wind | V |
Had nothing to do with longing | J |
I have seen that even in the eyes | X |
Of girls across a lunch counter | A |
A desire to be anywhere that wasn't | Y |
Texas and waiting on tables | Z |
Their eyes making a pact | A2 |
With the standing staring wheat | B2 |
About to be turned back into the black soil | C2 |
That spreads everywhere when no one is watching | J |
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And writing this | D2 |
I stare at my hands | T |
Which are the chroniclers of my death | E2 |
Which pull me into this paper | A |
Each night as onto a bed of silk sheets | F2 |
And the woman gone | G2 |
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After two hours of work | H2 |
I do not know if there ever was a woman | Q |
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I watch the flies buzz at the sill | I2 |
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Or if I sleep | J2 |
I must choose between two dreams | K2 |
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In one of them my hands move calmly | I |
Over a woman's waist or lift | L2 |
In speech the way birds rise or settle | S |
Over a marsh over nesting places | M2 |
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In the other dream | N2 |
There are no nesting places | M2 |
The birds are white and scavenging | J |
They lift negligently over the town in wind | V |
Like paper like the death of paper | A |
They dip and rise | X |
As if there had never been a heaven | Q |
Beneath them it is summer | A |
It is the same town I was born in | O2 |
And in its one bar | P2 |
The man selling illegal human hair from Mexico | M |
The hair of brides mixed | Q2 |
With the hair of the dead | R2 |
Argues all day over the price | S2 |
Larry Levis
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