A Spring Piece Left In The Middle Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBCDDDBEFGFHDHBIBJF KLFMB FDFBFFFNFKBOPLFMB QFRSTUVWKXBPYBZNGGYB ZA2FB2 RC2D2D2D2E2F2YG2H2I2 J2MODBN Q D| Taut thick fingers punch | A |
| the teeth of my typewriter | B |
| Three words are down on paper | B |
| in capitals | C |
| SPRING | D |
| SPRING | D |
| SPRING | D |
| And me poet proofreader | B |
| the man who's forced to read | E |
| two thousand bad lines | F |
| every day | G |
| for two liras | F |
| why | H |
| since spring | D |
| has come am I | H |
| still sitting here | B |
| like a ragged | I |
| black chair | B |
| My head puts on its cap by itself | J |
| I fly out of the printer's | F |
| I'm on the street | K |
| The lead dirt of the composing room | L |
| on my face | F |
| seventy five cents in my pocket | M |
| SPRING IN THE AIR | B |
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| In the barbershops | F |
| they're powdering | D |
| the sallow cheeks | F |
| of the pariah of Publishers Row | B |
| And in the store windows | F |
| three color bookcovers | F |
| flash like sunstruck mirrors | F |
| But me | N |
| I don't have even a book of ABC's | F |
| that lives on this street | K |
| and carries my name on its door | B |
| But what the hell | O |
| I don't look back | P |
| the lead dirt of the composing room | L |
| on my face | F |
| seventy five cents in my pocket | M |
| SPRING IN THE AIR | B |
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| The piece got left in the middle | Q |
| It rained and swamped the lines | F |
| But oh what I would have written | R |
| The starving writer sitting on his three thousand page | S |
| three volume manuscript | T |
| wouldn't stare at the window of the kebab joint | U |
| but with his shining eyes would take | V |
| the Armenian bookseller's dark plump daughter by storm | W |
| The sea would start smelling sweet | K |
| Spring would rear up | X |
| like a sweating red mare | B |
| and leaping onto its bare back | P |
| I'd ride it | Y |
| into the water | B |
| Then | Z |
| my typewriter would follow me | N |
| every step of the way | G |
| I'd say | G |
| Oh don't do it | Y |
| Leave me alone for an hour | B |
| then | Z |
| my head my hair failing out | A2 |
| would shout into the distance | F |
| I AM IN LOVE | B2 |
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| I'm twenty seven | R |
| she's seventeen | C2 |
| Blind Cupid | D2 |
| lame Cupid | D2 |
| both blind and lame Cupid | D2 |
| said Love this girl | E2 |
| I was going to write | F2 |
| I couldn't say it | Y |
| but still can | G2 |
| But if | H2 |
| it rained | I2 |
| if the lines I wrote got swamped | J2 |
| if I have twenty five cents left in my pocket | M |
| what the hell | O |
| Hey spring is here spring is here spring | D |
| spring is here | B |
| My blood is budding inside me | N |
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| and April | Q |
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| Trans by Randy Blasing and Mutlu Konuk | D |
Nazim Hikmet
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