Gioconda And Si-ya-u Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB C DDEEDFE GDHEEIFJEDAKLEE EELMEECEEED NE O OEOENEPHEDOQDDDORE ESETEDEDE EEEDDD DENDP D UV E WDEDXE EECYDE Z DDDDEDA2 EDNEEEEB2EEEDD H DDC2EEDD2E H EE H E2DDDEDF2EEEEEDDEEEE EEODWEW H EDEE DD G2D D HHH DDD EDEHHH DDD EEHEEEDDEEDEH2I2EDC2 J2D E H DEBEDDDHDEED H EEK2EEL2M2N2O2QHD2DE D EEE DDD KEDDD E E Q E O2 E DP2NED E DEE| to the memory of my friend SI YA U | A |
| whose head was cut off in Shanghai | B |
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| A CLAIM | C |
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| Renowned Leonardo's | D |
| world famous | D |
| La Gioconda | E |
| has disappeared | E |
| And in the space | D |
| vacated by the fugitive | F |
| a copy has been placed | E |
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| The poet inscribing | G |
| the present treatise | D |
| knows more than a little | H |
| about the fate | E |
| of the real Gioconda | E |
| She fell in love | I |
| with a seductive | F |
| graceful youth | J |
| a honey tongued | E |
| almond eyed Chinese | D |
| named SI YA U | A |
| Gioconda ran off | K |
| after her lover | L |
| Gioconda was burned | E |
| in a Chinese city | E |
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| I Nazim Hikmet | E |
| authority | E |
| on this matter | L |
| thumbing my nose at friend and foe | M |
| five times a day | E |
| undaunted | E |
| claim | C |
| I can prove it | E |
| if I can't | E |
| I'll be ruined and banished | E |
| forever from the realm of poesy | D |
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| Part One | N |
| Excerpts from Gioconda's Diary | E |
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| March Paris Louvre Museum | O |
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| At last I am bored with the Louvre Museum | O |
| You can get fed up with boredom very fast | E |
| I am fed up with my boredom | O |
| And from the devastation inside me | E |
| I drew this lesson | N |
| to visit | E |
| a museum is fine | P |
| to be a museum piece is terrible | H |
| In this palace that imprisons the past | E |
| I am placed under such a heavy sentence | D |
| that as the paint on my face cracks out of boredom | O |
| I'm forced to keep grinning without letting up | Q |
| Because | D |
| I am the Gioconda from Florence | D |
| whose smile is more famous than Florence | D |
| I am bored with the Louvre Museum | O |
| And since you get sick soon enough | R |
| of conversing with the past | E |
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| I decided | E |
| from now on | S |
| to keep a diary | E |
| Writing of today may be of some help | T |
| in forgetting yesterday | E |
| However the Louvre is a strange place | D |
| Here you might find | E |
| Alexander the Great's | D |
| Longines watch complete with chronometer | E |
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| but | E |
| not a single sheet of clean notebook paper | E |
| or a pencil worth a piaster | E |
| Damn your Louvre your Paris | D |
| I'll write these entries | D |
| on the back of my canvas | D |
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| And so | D |
| when I picked a pen from the pocket | E |
| of a nearsighted American | N |
| sticking his red nose into my skirts | D |
| his hair stinking of wine | P |
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| I started my memoirs | D |
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| I'm writing on my back | U |
| the sorrow of having a famous smile | V |
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| March Night | E |
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| The Louvre has fallen asleep | W |
| In the dark the armless Venus | D |
| looks like a veteran of the Great War | E |
| The gold helmet of a knight gleams | D |
| as the light from the night watchman's lantern | X |
| strikes a dark picture | E |
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| Here | E |
| in the Louvre | E |
| my days are all the same | C |
| like the six sides of a wood cube | Y |
| My head is full of sharp smells | D |
| like the shelf of a medicine cabinet | E |
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| March | Z |
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| I admire those Flemish painters | D |
| is it easy to give the air of a naked goddess | D |
| to the plump ladies | D |
| of milk and sausage merchants | D |
| But | E |
| even if you wear silk panties | D |
| cow silk panties cow | A2 |
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| Last night | E |
| a window | D |
| was left open | N |
| The naked Flemish goddesses caught cold | E |
| All day | E |
| today | E |
| turning their bare | E |
| mountain like pink behinds to the public | B2 |
| they coughed and sneezed | E |
| I caught cold too | E |
| So as not to look silly smiling with a cold | E |
| I tried to hide my sniffles | D |
| from the visitors | D |
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| April | H |
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| Today I saw a Chinese | D |
| he was nothing like those Chinese with their topknots | D |
| How long | C2 |
| he gazed at me | E |
| I'm well aware | E |
| the favor of Chinese | D |
| who work ivory like silk | D2 |
| is not to be taken lightly | E |
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| April | H |
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| I caught the name of the Chinese who comes every day | E |
| SI YA U | E |
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| April | H |
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| Today we spoke | E2 |
| in the language of eyes | D |
| He works as a weaver days | D |
| and studies nights | D |
| Now it's a long time since the night | E |
| came on like a pack of black shirted Fascists | D |
| The cry of a man out of work | F2 |
| who jumped into the Seine | E |
| rose from the dark water | E |
| And ah you on whose fist size head | E |
| mountain like winds descend | E |
| at this very minute you're probably busy | E |
| building towers of thick leather bound books | D |
| to get answers to the questions you asked of the stars | D |
| READ | E |
| SI YA U | E |
| READ | E |
| And when your eyes find in the lines what they desire | E |
| when your eyes tire | E |
| rest your tired head | E |
| like a black and yellow Japanese chrysanthemum | O |
| on the books | D |
| SLEEP | W |
| SI YA U | E |
| SLEEP | W |
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| April | H |
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| I've begun to forget | E |
| the names of those Renaissance masters | D |
| I want to see | E |
| the black bird and flower | E |
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| watercolors | D |
| that slant eyed Chinese painters | D |
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| drip | G2 |
| from their long thin bamboo brushes | D |
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| NEWS FROM THE PARIS WIRELESS | D |
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| HALLO | H |
| HALLO | H |
| HALLO | H |
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| PARIS | D |
| PARIS | D |
| PARIS | D |
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| Voices race through the air | E |
| like the fiery greyhounds | D |
| The wireless in the Eiffel Tower calls out | E |
| HALLO | H |
| HALLO | H |
| HALLO | H |
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| PARIS | D |
| PARIS | D |
| PARIS | D |
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| I TOO am Oriental this voice is for me | E |
| My ears are receivers too | E |
| I too must listen to Eiffel | H |
| News from China | E |
| News from China | E |
| News from China | E |
| The dragon that came down from the Kaf mountains | D |
| has spread his wings | D |
| across the golden skies of the Chinese homeland | E |
| But | E |
| in this business it's not only the British lord's | D |
| gullet shaved | E |
| like the thick neck | H2 |
| of a plucked hen | I2 |
| that will be cut | E |
| but also | D |
| the long | C2 |
| thin | J2 |
| beard of Confucius | D |
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| FROM GIOCONDA'S DIARY | E |
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| April | H |
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| Today my Chinese | D |
| looked my straight | E |
| in the eye | B |
| and asked | E |
| Those who crush our rice fields | D |
| with the caterpillar treads of their tanks | D |
| and who swagger through our cities | D |
| like emperors of hell | H |
| are they of YOUR race | D |
| the race of him who CREATED you | E |
| I almost raised my hand | E |
| and cried No | D |
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| April | H |
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| Tonight at the blare of an American trumpet | E |
| the horn of a horsepower Ford | E |
| I awoke from a dream | K2 |
| and what I glimpsed for an instant | E |
| instantly vanished | E |
| What I'd seen was a still blue lake | L2 |
| In this lake the slant eyed light of my life | M2 |
| had wrapped his fingers around the neck of a gilded fish | N2 |
| I tried to reach him | O2 |
| my boat a Chinese teacup | Q |
| and my sail | H |
| the embroidered silk | D2 |
| of a Japanese | D |
| bamboo umbrella | E |
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| NEWS FROM THE PARIS WIRELESS | D |
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| HALLO | E |
| HALLO | E |
| HALLO | E |
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| PARIS | D |
| PARIS | D |
| PARIS | D |
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| The radio station signs off | K |
| Once more | E |
| blue shirted Parisians | D |
| fill Paris with red voices | D |
| and red colors | D |
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| FROM GIOCONDA'S DIARY | E |
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| May | E |
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| Today my Chinese failed to show up | Q |
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| May | E |
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| Still no sign of him | O2 |
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| May | E |
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| My days | D |
| are like the waiting room | P2 |
| of a station | N |
| eyes glued | E |
| to the tracks | D |
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| May | E |
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| Sculptors of Greece | D |
| painters of Seljuk china | E |
| weavers of fier | E |
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