A Lesson In Drawing Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGAG AHIJKHL JKMKNOJKKKFJMPQKH RSTH BJAKS JABKH| My son places his paint box in front of me | A |
| and asks me to draw a bird for him | B |
| Into the color gray I dip the brush | C |
| and draw a square with locks and bars | D |
| Astonishment fills his eyes | E |
| ' But this is a prison Father | F |
| Don't you know how to draw a bird ' | G |
| And I tell him 'Son forgive me | A |
| I've forgotten the shapes of birds ' | G |
| - | |
| My son puts the drawing book in front of me | A |
| and asks me to draw a wheatstalk | H |
| I hold the pen | I |
| and draw a gun | J |
| My son mocks my ignorance | K |
| demanding | H |
| 'Don't you know Father the difference between a | L |
| wheatstalk and a gun ' | - |
| I tell him 'Son | J |
| once I used to know the shapes of wheatstalks | K |
| the shape of the loaf | M |
| the shape of the rose | K |
| But in this hardened time | N |
| the trees of the forest have joined | O |
| the militia men | J |
| and the rose wears dull fatigues | K |
| In this time of armed wheatstalks | K |
| armed birds | K |
| armed culture | F |
| and armed religion | J |
| you can't buy a loaf | M |
| without finding a gun inside | P |
| you can't pluck a rose in the field | Q |
| without its raising its thorns in your face | K |
| you can't buy a book | H |
| that doesn't explode between your fingers ' | - |
| - | |
| My son sits at the edge of my bed | R |
| and asks me to recite a poem | S |
| A tear falls from my eyes onto the pillow | T |
| My son licks it up astonished saying | H |
| 'But this is a tear father not a poem ' | - |
| And I tell him | B |
| 'When you grow up my son | J |
| and read the diwan of Arabic poetry | A |
| you'll discover that the word and the tear are twins | K |
| and the Arabic poem | S |
| is no more than a tear wept by writing fingers ' | - |
| - | |
| My son lays down his pens his crayon box in | J |
| front of me | A |
| and asks me to draw a homeland for him | B |
| The brush trembles in my hands | K |
| and I sink weeping | H |
Nizar Qabbani
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