Englishman In Italy, The Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BAAACDEDFGAG HIJIKACAFLCLMAAAFNCN COPOAMQMRSTSUCFCCVCV VVWVAXFXAXAXYCACZA2X A2AXCXAFFFCFCFZAYACX FXZABAZXXXB2XC2XXCD2 CFE2FE2F2XSXXCTCFD2X D2AG2FG2CXFXXAXAXXXX AVLH2FAZAXAAAXSASAI2 CI2AJ2XK2XXBXAAZAXAX AYXAXAB2TB2AL2TL2FAX AAVAVAFAFFH2XH2VAFAF XXXFM2FM2FOAOXN2XO2X ZAZ ZP2AP2XQ2R2Q2S2T2| PIANO DI SORRENTO | A |
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| Fort Fort my beloved one | B |
| Sit here by my side | A |
| On my knees put up both little feet | A |
| I was sure if I tried | A |
| I could make you laugh spite of Scirocco | C |
| Now open your eyes | D |
| Let me keep you amused till he vanish | E |
| In black from the skies | D |
| With telling my memories over | F |
| As you tell your beads | G |
| All the Plain saw me gather I garland | A |
| The flowers or the weeds | G |
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| Time for rain for your long hot dry Autumn | H |
| Had net worked with brown | I |
| The white skin of each grape on the bunches | J |
| Marked like a quail's crown | I |
| Those creatures you make such account of | K |
| Whose heads speckled white | A |
| Over brown like a great spider's back | C |
| As I told you last night | A |
| Your mother bites off for her supper | F |
| Red ripe as could be | L |
| Pomegranates were chapping and splitting | C |
| In halves on the tree | L |
| And betwixt the loose walls of great flint stone | M |
| Or in the thick dust | A |
| On the path or straight out of the rock side | A |
| Wherever could thrust | A |
| Some burnt sprig of bold hardy rock flower | F |
| Its yellow face up | N |
| For the prize were great butterflies fighting | C |
| Some five for one cup | N |
| So I guessed ere I got up this morning | C |
| What change was in store | O |
| By the quick rustle down of the quail nets | P |
| Which woke me before | O |
| I could open my shutter made fast | A |
| With a bough and a stone | M |
| And look thro' the twisted dead vine twigs | Q |
| Sole lattice that's known | M |
| Quick and sharp rang the rings down the net poles | R |
| While busy beneath | S |
| Your priest and his brother tugged at them | T |
| The rain in their teeth | S |
| And out upon all the flat house roofs | U |
| Where split figs lay drying | C |
| The girls took the frails under cover | F |
| Nor use seemed in trying | C |
| To get out the boats and go fishing | C |
| For under the cliff | V |
| Fierce the black water frothed o'er the blind rock | C |
| No seeing our skiff | V |
| Arrive about noon from Amalfi | V |
| Our fisher arrive | V |
| And pitch down his basket before us | W |
| All trembling alive | V |
| With pink and grey jellies your sea fruit | A |
| You touch the strange lumps | X |
| And mouths gape there eyes open all manner | F |
| Of horns and of humps | X |
| Which only the fisher looks grave at | A |
| While round him like imps | X |
| Cling screaming the children as naked | A |
| And brown as his shrimps | X |
| Himself too as bare to the middle | Y |
| You see round his neck | C |
| The string and its brass coin suspended | A |
| That saves him from wreck | C |
| But to day not a bout reached Salerno | Z |
| So back to a man | A2 |
| Came our friends with whose help in the vineyards | X |
| Grape harvest began | A2 |
| In the vat halfway up in our house side | A |
| Like blood the juice spins | X |
| While your brother all bare legged is dancing | C |
| Till breathless he grins | X |
| Dead beaten in effort on effort | A |
| To keep the grapes under | F |
| Since still when he seems all but master | F |
| In pours the fresh plunder | F |
| From girls who keep coming and going | C |
| With basket on shoulder | F |
| And eyes shut against the rain's driving | C |
| Your girls that are older | F |
| For under the hedges of aloe | Z |
| And where on its bed | A |
| Of the orchard's black mould the love apple | Y |
| Lies pulpy and red | A |
| All the young ones are kneeling and filling | C |
| Their laps with the snails | X |
| Tempted out by this first rainy weather | F |
| Your best of regales | X |
| As to night will be proved to my sorrow | Z |
| When supping in state | A |
| We shall feast our grape gleaners two dozen | B |
| Three over one plate | A |
| With lasagne so tempting to swallow | Z |
| In slippery ropes | X |
| And gourds fried in great purple slices | X |
| That colour of popes | X |
| Meantime see the grape bunch they've brought you | B2 |
| The rain water slips | X |
| O'er the heavy blue bloom on each globe | C2 |
| Which the wasp to your lips | X |
| Still follows with fretful persistence | X |
| Nay taste while awake | C |
| This half of a curd white smooth cheese ball | D2 |
| That peels flake by flake | C |
| Like an onion each smoother and whiter | F |
| Next sip this weak wine | E2 |
| From the thin green glass flask with its stopper | F |
| A leaf of the vine | E2 |
| And end with the prickly pear's red flesh | F2 |
| That leaves thro' its juice | X |
| The stony black seeds on your pearl teeth | S |
| Scirocco is loose | X |
| Hark the quick whistling pelt of the olives | X |
| Which thick in one's track | C |
| Tempt the stranger to pick up and bite them | T |
| Tho' not yet half black | C |
| How the old twisted olive trunks shudder | F |
| The medlars let fall | D2 |
| Their hard fruit and the brittle great fig trees | X |
| Snap off figs and all | D2 |
| For here comes the whole of the tempest | A |
| No refuge but creep | G2 |
| Back again to my side and my shoulder | F |
| And listen or sleep | G2 |
| O how will your country show next week | C |
| When all the vine boughs | X |
| Have been stripped of their foliage to pasture | F |
| The mules and the cows | X |
| Last eve I rode over the mountains | X |
| Your brother my guide | A |
| Soon left me to feast on the myrtles | X |
| That offered each side | A |
| Their fruit balls black glossy and luscious | X |
| Or strip from the sorbs | X |
| A treasure or rosy and wondrous | X |
| Those hairy gold orbs | X |
| But my mule picked his sure sober path out | A |
| Just stopping to neigh | V |
| When he recognized down in the valley | L |
| His mates on their way | H2 |
| With the faggots and barrels of water | F |
| And soon we emerged | A |
| From the plain where the woods could scarce follow | Z |
| And still as we urged | A |
| Our way the woods wondered and left us | X |
| As up still we trudged | A |
| Though the wild path grew wilder each instant | A |
| And place was e'en grudged | A |
| 'Mid the rock chasms and piles of loose stones | X |
| Like the loose broken teeth | S |
| Of some monster which climbed there to die | A |
| From the ocean beneath | S |
| Place was grudged to the silver grey fume weed | A |
| That clung to the path | I2 |
| And dark rosemary ever a dying | C |
| That 'spite the wind's wrath | I2 |
| So loves the salt rock's face to seaward | A |
| And lentisks as staunch | J2 |
| To the stone where they root and bear berries | X |
| And what shows a branch | K2 |
| Coral coloured transparent with circlets | X |
| Of pale seagreen leaves | X |
| Over all trod my mule with the caution | B |
| Of gleaners o'er sheaves | X |
| Still foot after foot like a lady | A |
| Till round after round | A |
| He climbed to the top of Calvano | Z |
| And God's own profound | A |
| Was above me and round me the mountains | X |
| And under the sea | A |
| And within me my heart to bear witness | X |
| What was and shall be | A |
| Oh heaven and the terrible crystal | Y |
| No rampart excludes | X |
| Your eye from the life to be lived | A |
| In the blue solitudes | X |
| Oh those mountains their infinite movement | A |
| Still moving with you | B2 |
| For ever some new head and breast of them | T |
| Thrusts into view | B2 |
| To observe the intruder you see it | A |
| If quickly you turn | L2 |
| And before they escape you surprise them | T |
| They grudge you should learn | L2 |
| How the soft plains they look on lean over | F |
| And love they pretend | A |
| Cower beneath them the flat sea pine crouches | X |
| The wild fruit trees bend | A |
| E'en the myrtle leaves curl shrink and shut | A |
| All is silent and grave | V |
| 'Tis a sensual and timorous beauty | A |
| How fair but a slave | V |
| So I turned to the sea and there slumbered | A |
| As greenly as ever | F |
| Those isles of the siren your Galli | A |
| No ages can sever | F |
| The Three nor enable their sister | F |
| To join them halfway | H2 |
| On the voyage she looked at Ulysses | X |
| No farther to day | H2 |
| Tho' the small one just launched in the wave | V |
| Watches breast high and steady | A |
| From under the rock her bold sister | F |
| Swum halfway already | A |
| Fort shall we sail there together | F |
| And see from the sides | X |
| Quite new rocks show their faces new haunts | X |
| Where the siren abides | X |
| Shall we sail round and round them close over | F |
| The rocks tho' unseen | M2 |
| That ruffle the grey glassy water | F |
| To glorious green | M2 |
| Then scramble from splinter to splinter | F |
| Reach land and explore | O |
| On the largest the strange square black turret | A |
| With never a door | O |
| Just a loop to admit the quick lizards | X |
| Then stand there and hear | N2 |
| The birds' quiet singing that tells us | X |
| What life is so clear | O2 |
| The secret they sang to Ulysses | X |
| When ages ago | Z |
| He heard and he knew this life's secret | A |
| I hear and I know | Z |
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| Ah see The sun breaks o'er Calvano | Z |
| He strikes the great gloom | P2 |
| And flutters it o'er the mount's summit | A |
| In airy gold fume | P2 |
| All is over Look out see the gipsy | X |
| Our tinker and smith | Q2 |
| Has arrived set up bellows and forge | R2 |
| And down squatted forthwith | Q2 |
| To his hammering under the wall there | S2 |
| One eye keeps a | T2 |
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