Growing Old Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDE FGHI JKLM NOOP P

In some summers there is so much fruitA
the peasants decide not to reap any moreB
Not having reaped you oh my daysC
my nights have I let the slow flamesD
of your lovely produce fall into ashesE
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My nights my days you have borne so muchF
All your branches have retained the gestureG
of that long labor you are rising fromH
my days my nights Oh my rustic friendsI
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I look for what was so good for youJ
Oh my lovely half dead treesK
could some equal sweetness stillL
stroke your leaves open your calyxM
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Ah no more fruit But one last timeN
bloom in fruitless blossomingO
without planning without reckoningO
as useless as the powers of milleniaP
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Translated by A PoulinP

Rainer Maria Rilke



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