Walking Around (original Spanish) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCCBCCCBBCDEFDFCFB BCGCBFFDHCBBCCDBCDCC DDBBC D F BDCDC CCFCC CDB CDBDID JKLD DGCM NBFDD DCDBB CDDCBFC CNOCBDN| Original Spanish can someone provide the title | A |
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| Sucede que me canso de ser hombre | B |
| Sucede que entro en las sastrer as y en los cines | C |
| marchito impenetrable como un cisne de fieltro | B |
| Navegando en un agua de origen y ceniza | C |
| El olor de las peluquer as me hace llorar a gritos | C |
| S lo quiero un descanso de piedras o de lana | B |
| s lo quiero no ver establecimientos ni jardines | C |
| ni mercader as ni anteojos ni ascensores | C |
| Sucede que me canso de mis pies y mis u as | C |
| y mi pelo y mi sombra | B |
| Sucede que me canso de ser hombre | B |
| Sin embargo ser a delicioso | C |
| asustar a un notario con un lirio cortado | D |
| o dar muerte a una monja con un golpe de oreja | E |
| Ser a bello | F |
| ir por las calles con un cuchillo verde | D |
| y dando gritos hasta morir de fr o | F |
| No quiero seguir siendo ra z en las tinieblas | C |
| vacilante extendido tiritando de sue o | F |
| hacia abajo en las tapias mojadas de la tierra | B |
| absorbiendo y pensando comiendo cada d a | B |
| No quiero para m tantas desgracias | C |
| No quiero continuar de ra z y de tumba | G |
| de subterr neo solo de bodega con muertos | C |
| ateridos muri ndome de pena | B |
| Por eso el d a lunes arde como el petr leo | F |
| cuando me ve llegar con mi cara de c rcel | F |
| y a lla en su transcurso como una rueda herida | D |
| y da pasos de sangre caliente hacia la noche | H |
| Y me empuja a ciertos rincones a ciertas casas h medas | C |
| a hospitales donde los huesos salen por la ventana | B |
| a ciertas zapater as con olor a vinagre | B |
| a calles espantosas como grietas | C |
| Hay p jaros de color de azufre y horribles intestinos | C |
| colgando de las puertas de las casas que odio | D |
| hay dentaduras olvidadas en una cafetera | B |
| hay espejos | C |
| que debieran haber llorado de verg enza y espanto | D |
| hay paraguas en todas partes y venenos y ombligos | C |
| Yo paseo con calma con ojos con zapatos | C |
| con furia con olvido | D |
| paso cruzo oficinas y tiendas de ortopedia | D |
| y patios donde hay ropas colgadas de un alambre | B |
| calzoncillos toallas y camisas que lloran | B |
| lentas l grimas sucias | C |
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| Pablo Neruda | D |
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| English Translation of Walking Around by Robert Bly | F |
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| It so happens I am sick of being a man | B |
| And it happens that I walk into tailorshops and movie | D |
| houses | C |
| dried up waterproof like a swan made of felt | D |
| steering my way in a water of wombs and ashes | C |
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| The smell of barbershops makes me break into hoarse | C |
| sobs | C |
| The only thing I want is to lie still like stones or wool | F |
| The only thing I want is to see no more stores no gardens | C |
| no more goods no spectacles no elevators | C |
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| It so happens that I am sick of my feet and my nails | C |
| and my hair and my shadow | D |
| It so happens I am sick of being a man | B |
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| Still it would be marvelous | C |
| to terrify a law clerk with a cut lily | D |
| or kill a nun with a blow on the ear | B |
| It would be great | D |
| to go through the streets with a green knife | I |
| letting out yells until I died of the cold | D |
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| I don't want to go on being a root in the dark | J |
| insecure stretched out shivering with sleep | K |
| going on down into the moist guts of the earth | L |
| taking in and thinking eating every day | D |
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| I don't want so much misery | D |
| I don't want to go on as a root and a tomb | G |
| alone under the ground a warehouse with corpses | C |
| half frozen dying of grief | M |
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| That's why Monday when it sees me coming | N |
| with my convict face blazes up like gasoline | B |
| and it howls on its way like a wounded wheel | F |
| and leaves tracks full of warm blood leading toward the | D |
| night | D |
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| And it pushes me into certain corners into some moist | D |
| houses | C |
| into hospitals where the bones fly out the window | D |
| into shoeshops that smell like vinegar | B |
| and certain streets hideous as cracks in the skin | B |
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| There are sulphur colored birds and hideous intestines | C |
| hanging over the doors of houses that I hate | D |
| and there are false teeth forgotten in a coffeepot | D |
| there are mirrors | C |
| that ought to have wept from shame and terror | B |
| there are umbrellas everywhere and venoms and umbilical | F |
| cords | C |
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| I stroll along serenely with my eyes my shoes | C |
| my rage forgetting everything | N |
| I walk by going through office buildings and orthopedic | O |
| shops | C |
| and courtyards with washing hanging from the line | B |
| underwear towels and shirts from which slow | D |
| dirty tears are falling | N |
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