Poems For Piraye (9 To 10 O-clock Poems) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDE AFGHIJKLMNOPQIR AKSBTUVWX AYZOA2B2C2KKD2 ABCDE E2F2G2H2E2I2J2LFH2C2 LK2VLKE2BL2L2E2H2M2B E2 M2BVN2O2 H2H2P2Q2BO2R2S2S2E2 T2LU2LVLV2LE2E2W2E2E X2E2 Y2Z2A3B3C3D3E3F3Y2Z2 G3H3I3J3LK3L3LM3N3O3 H2Y2Z2E2 LP3Q3R3P2E2E2VE2 S3ET3U3D3S3J2EOD3J2E 2E2V3E2D3C2H2BOH2D3H 2 XW3X3Y3Z3Y2D3IE2E2 IBLA4E2A4OB4LLBC4YS2 H2OYD4E2E2 E2OOOE4F4LE4H3E2 BG4BTE2TH4VVI4BJ4FE2 J2K4L4M4F2E2BE2LE2LN 4N4E2 D3IOBE2O4P4 D3XH2TE2Q4E2 LCF3R4O2S3E2E2E2 YM4OM4X2S4E2S4YT4U4V 4W4E2 YX4E2TE2H2YTOY4L3S2C 4Z4YX4E2BBBH3IE2E2 B3E2BF4E2F2E2S3OE2F4 E2Y2F4E2 O2S3O2E2TE2 YRemembering you is good | A |
in prison | B |
amid the news | C |
of victory and death | D |
as my fortieth year passes | E |
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Remembering you is good | A |
your hand | F |
forgotten upon a blue dress | G |
your hair | H |
with the grave softness | I |
of the earth of my beloved Istanbul | J |
This joy of loving you | K |
is like a second person inside me | L |
The smell of geranium leaves | M |
on your fingertips | N |
warm and comforting | O |
The invitation of your flesh | P |
a hot | Q |
intense darkness | I |
scored by vivid red lines | R |
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Remembering you is good | A |
or writing about you | K |
as I lie on my back | S |
in prison | B |
thinking of such and such a day | T |
at such and such a place | U |
of some words you said | V |
not of the words so much | W |
but of the world and you within them | X |
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Remembering you is good | A |
I must carve some things for you again | Y |
a jewel box | Z |
a ring | O |
I must weave a length of thin silk | A2 |
then jump up | B2 |
and clutching the window bars | C2 |
shout what I have written for you | K |
to the innocent blue | K |
of freedom | D2 |
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Remembering you is good | A |
in prison | B |
amid the news | C |
of victory and death | D |
as my fortieth year passes | E |
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At this late hour | E2 |
on this autumn night | F2 |
I am filled with your words | G2 |
Eternal | H2 |
like time like matter | E2 |
Naked | I2 |
like an eye | J2 |
Heavy | L |
like a hand | F |
Words which sparkle | H2 |
like stars | C2 |
Your words came to me | L |
from your heart | K2 |
your head | V |
your body | L |
Your words delivered you | K |
mother | E2 |
woman | B |
comrade | L2 |
Your words were sad | L2 |
they were bitter | E2 |
hopeful | H2 |
heroic | M2 |
Your words were human | B |
September | E2 |
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Our son is sick | M2 |
his father in prison | B |
your heavy head | V |
fallen in your tired palms | N2 |
the laughter drained from your golden eyes | O2 |
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People | H2 |
will surely carry people | H2 |
on to sunnier days | P2 |
our son will get well | Q2 |
his father out of prison | B |
your golden eyes | O2 |
will fill with laughter once more | R2 |
Our fate | S2 |
is the world's fate | S2 |
September | E2 |
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Reading books | T2 |
you're there inside me | L |
Hearing songs | U2 |
you're inside me | L |
Eating my bread | V |
you're sitting before me | L |
Or at my work | V2 |
you're before me | L |
You're my 'silent partner' | E2 |
everywhere | E2 |
Although we cannot speak | W2 |
Although we cannot hear | E2 |
each other's voices | E |
You're my widow of eight years | X2 |
September | E2 |
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What is she doing now | Y2 |
this second this very second | Z2 |
Is she at home outside | A3 |
working lying down on her feet | B3 |
could she be raising her arm | C3 |
O my love | D3 |
how this movement bares | E3 |
her strong white wrist | F3 |
What is she doing now | Y2 |
this second this very second | Z2 |
Perhaps she has a kitten on her lap | G3 |
she's petting it | H3 |
Or perhaps she's walking about to step | I3 |
O those feet I cherish | J3 |
those feet which bring her to me | L |
on tip toe when days are dark | K3 |
And what is she thinking about | L3 |
of me | L |
Or who knows | M3 |
why the beans take so long to cook | N3 |
Or even | O3 |
why the majority of men are so miserable | H2 |
What is she thinking now | Y2 |
this second this very second | Z2 |
September | E2 |
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The loveliest sea | L |
is the sea not yet traveled | P3 |
The loveliest child | Q3 |
is the child not yet born | R3 |
Our loveliest days | P2 |
are those we have not yet lived through | E2 |
And the loveliest word I would say to you | E2 |
is the word that I have not yet said | V |
September | E2 |
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Squatting I look at the earth | S3 |
I look at the grasses | E |
I look at the insects | T3 |
I look at the deep blue flowers opening from stems | U3 |
I look at you my love | D3 |
You are like the spring earth | S3 |
Stretched out on my back I see the sky | J2 |
I see the tree's branches | E |
I see the storks flying | O |
I see you my love | D3 |
You are like the spring sky | J2 |
Lighting a night fire I touch the fire | E2 |
I touch the water | E2 |
I touch the cloth | V3 |
I touch the silver | E2 |
I touch you my love | D3 |
You are the fire lit beneath the stars | C2 |
Inside of people I love people | H2 |
I love action | B |
I love thinking | O |
I love my struggle | H2 |
I love you my love | D3 |
You are a person inside my struggle | H2 |
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PM | X |
horns blare in the yard | W3 |
soon they will close the cell doors | X3 |
This prison term | Y3 |
is longer than the others | Z3 |
nearly eight years now | Y2 |
Living is a labor of hope my love | D3 |
living is a serious business | I |
like loving you | E2 |
September | E2 |
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They enslaved us | I |
threw us in prison | B |
me | L |
inside the walls | A4 |
you | E2 |
outside the walls | A4 |
But that is nothing | O |
the true evil is that | B4 |
knowingly | L |
or unknowingly | L |
a man carries the prison | B |
inside himself | C4 |
Most of the men | Y |
fallen to this state | S2 |
are honorable | H2 |
hard working | O |
good men | Y |
and deserve to be loved | D4 |
as I love you | E2 |
September | E2 |
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Thinking of you | E2 |
is a beautiful thing | O |
a hopeful thing | O |
a thing like hearing | O |
the most beautiful song | E4 |
from the world's most beautiful voice | F4 |
But hope no longer is enough for me | L |
I no longer want to hear the song | E4 |
I want to sing it | H3 |
September | E2 |
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Above the mountain | B |
there is a cloud | G4 |
swollen with sun above the mountain | B |
Another day | T |
passed without you | E2 |
with and without the world another day | T |
They will open soon | H4 |
in bursts of red | V |
nightflowers will open in bursts of red | V |
Soundless bold wings | I4 |
carry our separation | B |
that separation like an exile | J4 |
from the homeland | F |
October | E2 |
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The wind flows by | J2 |
no cherry branch moves | K4 |
with the same wind twice | L4 |
Birds chatter in the trees | M4 |
wings poised for flight | F2 |
A closed door | E2 |
waiting to be thrown open | B |
I want you | E2 |
I want life to be as lovely | L |
and friendly and good as you | E2 |
I know this feast of misery | L |
is not yet finished | N4 |
But it will be finished | N4 |
October | E2 |
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Both of us know my love | D3 |
they taught us | I |
the hunger the shivering | O |
the withering exhaustion | B |
the separation from each other | E2 |
Still we have not been forced to kill | O4 |
nor tasted the moment of being killed | P4 |
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Both of us know my love | D3 |
we can teach them | X |
to fight for our people | H2 |
to love each day | T |
a little stronger | E2 |
a little more from our souls | Q4 |
October | E2 |
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Clouds pass heavy | L |
and swollen with news | C |
Crushing in my fist | F3 |
the letter that hasn't come yet | R4 |
Tears in the corners of my eyes | O2 |
goodbyes said to the endless earth | S3 |
And I want to shout Piraye | E2 |
Pi ra ye | E2 |
October | E2 |
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At night the wind carries the cries of men | Y |
across the open seas | M4 |
At night there is danger still in straying | O |
across the open seas | M4 |
This field unplowed for six years | X2 |
still bears the tracks of tank treads | S4 |
This winter the snow will cover | E2 |
these untouched tracks of tank treads | S4 |
Ah my dearest the antennas are lying again | Y |
so that the merchants of sweat can close | T4 |
with profits | U4 |
But those who have returned from Azrail's feast | V4 |
have returned with their decisions made | W4 |
October | E2 |
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I've become unbearable again | Y |
sleepless petty cross | X4 |
You can see | E2 |
I'm working one day | T |
like a blasphemous shrew | E2 |
like a raging animal | H2 |
And then | Y |
I'm on my back the next day | T |
from morning to evening | O |
a lazy folksong in my mouth | Y4 |
like a cigarette that has gone out | L3 |
The hate | S2 |
and the pity I feel for myself | C4 |
hold me totally in their grasp | Z4 |
I've become unbearable again | Y |
sleepless petty cross | X4 |
As always I'm unfair | E2 |
Without any reason | B |
or any possibility of one | B |
and even though it's a vile humiliation | B |
I can't help it | H3 |
I'm jealous | I |
Forgive me | E2 |
October | E2 |
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Last night I had a dream | |
You were sitting at my feet | B3 |
You raised your head turned | |
Your enormous golden eyes to me | E2 |
And asked a question | B |
Your wet lips opened and closed | |
But I didn't hear your voice | F4 |
The hour struck as though somewhere | E2 |
There was good news in the night | F2 |
Whispers of endlessness in the air | E2 |
My canary in its red cage | |
Singing the Song of Memo | |
The small cracking sounds of seeds | |
Pushing and lifting the earth | S3 |
And the just and triumphant humming | O |
Of some gathering comes to my ear | E2 |
Your wet lips still opened and closed | |
But I didn't hear your voice | F4 |
I awoke in a nervous uncertainty | E2 |
I had fallen asleep over my book it seems | |
But I am wondering now | Y2 |
Whether all those voices were not your voice | F4 |
October | E2 |
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Looking in your eyes | O2 |
I am drunk with the smell of warm earth | S3 |
lost in a wheat field among the stalks | |
Your eyes | O2 |
are like an eternal substance changing endlessly | E2 |
pits without bottom with flashes of green | |
whose secret is given up a little each day | T |
but never completely surrendered | |
October | E2 |
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When | Y |
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