I'm Explaining A Few Things Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEF GHI JKLMNOPLQRSTURCPVWXP CPYZA2TPPP CPB2PRC2D2PPPLPD2 PJJ JJE2P PPPF2PPF2PPG2JP PPJ PPPJP| You are going to ask and where are the lilacs | A |
| and the poppy petalled metaphysics | B |
| and the rain repeatedly spattering | C |
| its words and drilling them full | D |
| of apertures and birds | E |
| I'll tell you all the news | F |
| - | |
| I lived in a suburb | G |
| a suburb of Madrid with bells | H |
| and clocks and trees | I |
| - | |
| From there you could look out | J |
| over Castille's dry face | K |
| a leather ocean | L |
| My house was called | M |
| the house of flowers because in every cranny | N |
| geraniums burst it was | O |
| a good looking house | P |
| with its dogs and children | L |
| Remember Raul | Q |
| Eh Rafel Federico do you remember | R |
| from under the ground | S |
| my balconies on which | T |
| the light of June drowned flowers in your mouth | U |
| Brother my brother | R |
| Everything | C |
| loud with big voices the salt of merchandises | P |
| pile ups of palpitating bread | V |
| the stalls of my suburb of Arguelles with its statue | W |
| like a drained inkwell in a swirl of hake | X |
| oil flowed into spoons | P |
| a deep baying | C |
| of feet and hands swelled in the streets | P |
| metres litres the sharp | Y |
| measure of life | Z |
| stacked up fish | A2 |
| the texture of roofs with a cold sun in which | T |
| the weather vane falters | P |
| the fine frenzied ivory of potatoes | P |
| wave on wave of tomatoes rolling down the sea | P |
| - | |
| And one morning all that was burning | C |
| one morning the bonfires | P |
| leapt out of the earth | B2 |
| devouring human beings | P |
| and from then on fire | R |
| gunpowder from then on | C2 |
| and from then on blood | D2 |
| Bandits with planes and Moors | P |
| bandits with finger rings and duchesses | P |
| bandits with black friars spattering blessings | P |
| came through the sky to kill children | L |
| and the blood of children ran through the streets | P |
| without fuss like children's blood | D2 |
| - | |
| Jackals that the jackals would despise | P |
| stones that the dry thistle would bite on and spit out | J |
| vipers that the vipers would abominate | J |
| - | |
| Face to face with you I have seen the blood | J |
| of Spain tower like a tide | J |
| to drown you in one wave | E2 |
| of pride and knives | P |
| - | |
| Treacherous | P |
| generals | P |
| see my dead house | P |
| look at broken Spain | F2 |
| from every house burning metal flows | P |
| instead of flowers | P |
| from every socket of Spain | F2 |
| Spain emerges | P |
| and from every dead child a rifle with eyes | P |
| and from every crime bullets are born | G2 |
| which will one day find | J |
| the bull's eye of your hearts | P |
| - | |
| And you'll ask why doesn't his poetry | P |
| speak of dreams and leaves | P |
| and the great volcanoes of his native land | J |
| - | |
| Come and see the blood in the streets | P |
| Come and see | P |
| The blood in the streets | P |
| Come and see the blood | J |
| In the streets | P |
Pablo Neruda
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