For The Union Dead Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BACD EFG HIJA KLEM NOPQ RSTU OAOV OAOW XXYX XDZA2 XB2XC2 YD2XX AE2O YF2G2L XYAX RWXU B2GAX| lt i gt Relinquunt Ommia Servare Rem Publicam lt i gt | A |
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| The old South Boston Aquarium stands | B |
| in a Sahara of snow now Its broken windows are boarded | A |
| The bronze weathervane cod has lost half its scales | C |
| The airy tanks are dry | D |
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| Once my nose crawled like a snail on the glass | E |
| my hand tingled to burst the bubbles | F |
| drifting from the noses of the cowed compliant fish | G |
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| My hand draws back I often sign still | H |
| for the dark downward and vegetating kingdom | I |
| of the fish and reptile One morning last March | J |
| I pressed against the new barbed and galvanized | A |
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| fence on the Boston Common Behind their cage | K |
| yellow dinosaur steamshovels were grunting | L |
| as they cropped up tons of mush and grass | E |
| to gouge their underworld garage | M |
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| Parking spaces luxuriate like civic | N |
| sandpiles in the heart of Boston | O |
| a girdle of orange Puritan pumpkin colored girders | P |
| braces the tingling Statehouse | Q |
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| shaking over the excavations as it faces Colonel Shaw | R |
| and his bell cheeked Negro infantry | S |
| on St Gaudens' shaking Civil War relief | T |
| propped by a plank splint against the garage's earthquake | U |
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| Two months after marching through Boston | O |
| half of the regiment was dead | A |
| at the dedication | O |
| William James could almost hear the bronze Negroes breathe | V |
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| Their monument sticks like a fishbone | O |
| in the city's throat | A |
| Its Colonel is as lean | O |
| as a compass needle | W |
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| He has an angry wrenlike vigilance | X |
| a greyhound's gentle tautness | X |
| he seems to wince at pleasure | Y |
| and suffocate for privacy | X |
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| He is out of bounds now He rejoices in man's lovely | X |
| peculiar power to choose life and die | D |
| when he leads his black soldiers to death | Z |
| he cannot bend his back | A2 |
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| On a thousand small town New England greens | X |
| the old white churches hold their air | B2 |
| of sparse sincere rebellion frayed flags | X |
| quilt the graveyards of the Grand Army of the Republic | C2 |
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| The stone statutes of the abstract Union Soldier | Y |
| grow slimmer and younger each year | D2 |
| wasp waisted they doze over muskets | X |
| and muse through their sideburns | X |
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| Shaw's father wanted no monument | A |
| except the ditch | E2 |
| where his son's body was thrown | O |
| and lost with his 'niggers ' | - |
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| The ditch is nearer | Y |
| There are no statutes for the last war here | F2 |
| on Boylston Street a commercial photograph | G2 |
| shows Hiroshima boiling | L |
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| over a Mosler Safe the 'Rock of Ages' | X |
| that survived the blast Space is nearer | Y |
| when I crouch to my television set | A |
| the drained faces of Negro school children rise like balloons | X |
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| Colonel Shaw | R |
| is riding on his bubble | W |
| he waits | X |
| for the blessed break | U |
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| The Aquarium is gone Everywhere | B2 |
| giant finned cars nose forward like fish | G |
| a savage servility | A |
| slides by on grease | X |
Robert Lowell
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