Five Letters To My Mother Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDEFGDHIJ KLLMNMOPQRDSTCDBN UTBDBBDBDVWXYBZA2B2C 2 D2DE2F2G2DH2I2DJ2BH2 K2L2E2BM2M2M2MN2O2P2 Q2K2R2M2 BS2T2M2A2U2DV2W2X2Y2 F2Z2A3J M2A2VB3MC3Good morning sweetheart | A |
Good morning my Saint of a sweetheart | A |
It has been two year mother | B |
since the boy has sailed | C |
on his mythical journey | D |
Since he hid within his luggage | E |
the green morning of his homeland | F |
and her stars and her streams | G |
and all of her red poppy | D |
Since he hid in his cloths | H |
bunches of mint and thyme | I |
and a Damascene Lilac | J |
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I am alone | K |
The smoke of my cigarette is bored | L |
and even my seat of me is bored | L |
My sorrows are like flocking birds looking for a grain field in season | M |
I became acquainted with the women of Europe | N |
I became acquainted with their tired civilization | M |
I toured India and I toured China | O |
I toured the entire oriental world | P |
and nowhere I found | Q |
a Lady to comb my golden hair | R |
A Lady that hides for me in her purse a sugar candy | D |
A lady that dresses me when I am naked | S |
and lifts me up when I fall | T |
Mother I am that boy who sailed | C |
and still longes to that sugar candy | D |
So how come or how can I Mother | B |
become a father and never grow up | N |
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Good morning from Madrid | U |
How is the 'Fullah' | T |
I beg you to take care of her | B |
That baby of a baby | D |
She was the dearest love to Father | B |
He spoiled her like his daughter | B |
He used to invite her to his morning coffee | D |
He used to feed her and water her | B |
and cover her with his mercy | D |
And when he died | V |
She always dreamt about his return | W |
She looked for him in the corners of his room | X |
She asked about his robe | Y |
and asked about his newspaper | B |
and asked when the summer came | Z |
about the blue color of his eyes | A2 |
so that she can throw within his palms | B2 |
her golden coins | C2 |
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I send my best regards | D2 |
to a house that taught us love and mercy | D |
To your white flowers | E2 |
the best in the neighborhood | F2 |
To my bed to my books | G2 |
to all of the kids in the alley | D |
To all of these walls we covered | H2 |
with noise from our writings | I2 |
To the lazy cat sleeping on the balcony | D |
To the lilac climbing bush the neighbor's window | J2 |
It has been two long years Mother | B |
with the face of Damascus being like a bird | H2 |
digging within my conscience | K2 |
biting at my curtains | L2 |
and picking with a gentle beak at my fingers | E2 |
It has been two years Mother | B |
since the nights of Damascus | M2 |
the odors of Damascus | M2 |
the houses of Damascus | M2 |
have been inhabiting our imagination | M |
The pillar lights of her mosques | N2 |
have been guiding our sails | O2 |
As if the pillars of the Amawi | P2 |
have been planted in our hearts | Q2 |
As if the orchards are still perfuming our conscience | K2 |
As if the lights and the rocks | R2 |
have all traveled with us | M2 |
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This is September Mother | B |
and here is sorrow bringing me his wrapped gifts | S2 |
Leaving at my window his tears and his concerns | T2 |
This is September where is Damascus | M2 |
Where is Father and his eyes | A2 |
Where is the silk of his glances | U2 |
and where is the aroma of his coffee | D |
May God bless his grave | V2 |
And where is the vastness of our large house | W2 |
and where is its comfort | X2 |
And where is the stairwell laughing at the tickles of blooms | Y2 |
and where is my childhood | F2 |
Draggling the tail of the cat | Z2 |
and eating from the grape vine | A3 |
and snipping from the lilac | J |
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Damascus Damascus | M2 |
what a poem we wrote within our eyes | A2 |
What a pretty child that we crucified | V |
We kneeled at her feet | B3 |
and we melted in her passion | M |
until we killed her with love | C3 |
Nizar Qabbani
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