Curriculum Vitae Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CDE FG HI J GK LG MG GG NOG BP QD BG HRST G LG U VW MX YV| A | |
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| I was born in a Free City near the North Sea | B |
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| In the year of my birth money was shredded into | C |
| confetti A loaf of bread cost a million marks Of | D |
| course I do not remember this | E |
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| Parents and grandparents hovered around me The | F |
| world I lived in had a soft voice and no claws | G |
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| A cornucopia filled with treats took me into a building | H |
| with bells A wide bosomed teacher took me in | I |
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| At home the bookshelves connected heaven and earth | J |
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| On Sundays the city child waded through pinecones | G |
| and primrose marshes a short train ride away | K |
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| My country was struck by history more deadly than | L |
| earthquakes or hurricanes | G |
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| My father was busy eluding the monsters My mother | M |
| told me the walls had ears I learned the burden of secrets | G |
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| I moved into the too bright days the too dark nights | G |
| of adolescence | G |
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| Two parents two daughters we followed the sun | N |
| and the moon across the ocean My grandparents stayed | O |
| behind in darkness | G |
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| In the new language everyone spoke too fast Eventually | B |
| I caught up with them | P |
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| When I met you the new language became the language | Q |
| of love | D |
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| The death of the mother hurt the daughter into poetry | B |
| The daughter became a mother of daughters | G |
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| Ordinary life the plenty and thick of it Knots tying | H |
| threads to everywhere The past pushed away the future left | R |
| unimagined for the sake of the glorious difficult passionate | S |
| present | T |
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| Years and years of this | G |
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| The children no longer children An old man's pain an | L |
| old man's loneliness | G |
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| And then my father too disappeared | U |
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| I tried to go home again I stood at the door to my | V |
| childhood but it was closed to the public | W |
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| One day on a crowded elevator everyone's face was younger | M |
| than mine | X |
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| So far so good The brilliant days and nights are | Y |
| breathless in their hurry We follow you and I | V |
Lisel Mueller
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