A Man Meets A Woman In The Street Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFGGHBIBJKLMNOP GQGBGA BRG ODBBB BBSBDTBBBT BDBB BB BG DDDDDBUVGGKBBW BBDGTBVXYZDDGTDA2VB B

Under the separated leaves of shadeA
Of the gingko that old treeB
That has existed essentially unchangedC
Longer than any other living treeB
I walk behind a woman Her hair's coarse goldD
Is spun from the sunlight that it rides uponE
Women were paid to knit from sweet champagneF
Her second skin it winds and unwinds windsG
Up her long legs delectable haunchesG
As she sways in sunlight up the gazing aisleH
The shade of the tree that is called maidenhairB
That is not positively knownI
To exist in a wild state spots her fair or almost fairB
Hair twisted in a French twist tall or almost tallJ
She walks through the air the rain has washed a clear thingK
Moving easily on its high heels seeming to menL
Miraculous Since I can call her as Swann couldn'tM
A woman who is my type I follow with the warmthN
Of familiarity of novelty this newO
Example of the typeP
Reminded of how Lorenz's just hatched goslingsG
Shook off the last remnants of the eggQ
And looking at Lorenz realized that LorenzG
Was their mother Quaking his little familyB
Followed him everywhere and when they met a gooseG
Their mother they ran to him afraidA
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Imprinted upon meB
Is the shape I run to the sweet strangeR
Breath taking contours that breathe to me 'I am yoursG
Be mine '-
Following this newO
Body somehow familiar this young shape somehow oldD
For a moment I'm younger the century is youngerB
the living Strauss his moustache just getting grayB
Is shouting to the players 'LouderB
Louder I can still hear Madame Schumann Heink '-
Or else white bald the old man's joyfullyB
Telling conductors they must play ElektraB
Like A Midsummer Night's Dream like a fairy musicS
Proust dying is swallowing his iced beerB
And changing in proof the death of BergotteD
According to his own experience GarboT
A commissar in Paris is listening attentivelyB
To the voice telling how McGillicuddy me McGillivrayB
And McGillivray said to McGillicuddy no McGillicuddyB
Said to McGillivray that is McGillivray GarboT
Says seriously 'I vish dey'd never met '-
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As I walk behind this woman I rememberB
That before I flew here waked in the forestD
At dawn by the piece called Birds Beginning DayB
That each day birds play to begin the dayB
I wished as men wish 'May this day be different '-
The birds were wishing as birds wish over and overB
With a last firmness intensity realityB
'May this day be the same '-
Ah turn to meB
And look into my eyes say 'I am yoursG
Be mine '-
My wish will have come true And yetD
When your eyes meet my eyes they'll bring intoD
The weightlessness of my pure wish the weightD
Of a human being someone to help or hurtD
Someone to be good to me to be good toD
Someone to cry when I am angryB
that she doesn't like Elektra someone to start on Proust withU
A wish come true is life I have my lifeV
When you turn just slide your eyes across my eyesG
And show in a look flickering across your faceG
As lightly as a leaf's shade a bird's wingK
That there is no one in the world quit like meB
That if only If onlyB
That will be enoughW
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But I've pretended long enough I walk fasterB
And come close touch with the tip of my fingerB
The nape of her neck just where the goldD
Hair stops and the champagne colored dress beginsG
My finger touches her as the gingko's shadowT
Touches herB
Because after all it is my wifeV
In a new dress from Bergdorf's walking toward the parkX
She cries out we kiss each other and walk arm in armY
Through the sunlight that's much too good for New YorkZ
The sunlight of our own house in the forestD
Still though the poor things need it We've no needD
To start out on Proust to ask each other about StraussG
We first helped each other hurt each other years agoT
After so many changes made and joys repeatedD
Our first bewildered transcending recognitionA2
Is pure acceptance We can't tell our lifeV
From our wish Really I began the dayB
Not with a man's wish 'May this day be different '-
But with the birds' wish 'May this dayB
Be the same day the day of my life '-

Randall Jarrell



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