Waking In The Blue Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEDEFGE DHIJHEKLCMEDNKOE PQNER S ETJUDV EWXYZDA2A2EZDThe night attendant a B U sophomore | A |
rouses from the mare's nest of his drowsy head | B |
propped on The Meaning of Meaning | C |
He catwalks down our corridor | D |
Azure day | E |
makes my agonized blue window bleaker | D |
Crows maunder on the petrified fairway | E |
Absence My hearts grows tense | F |
as though a harpoon were sparring for the kill | G |
This is the house for the quot mentally ill quot | E |
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What use is my sense of humour | D |
I grin at Stanley now sunk in his sixties | H |
once a Harvard all American fullback | I |
if such were possible | J |
still hoarding the build of a boy in his twenties | H |
as he soaks a ramrod | E |
with a muscle of a seal | K |
in his long tub | L |
vaguely urinous from the Victorian plumbing | C |
A kingly granite profile in a crimson gold cap | M |
worn all day all night | E |
he thinks only of his figure | D |
of slimming on sherbert and ginger ale | N |
more cut off from words than a seal | K |
This is the way day breaks in Bowditch Hall at McLean's | O |
the hooded night lights bring out quot Bobbie quot | E |
Porcellian ' | - |
a replica of Louis XVI | P |
without the wig | Q |
redolent and roly poly as a sperm whale | N |
as he swashbuckles about in his birthday suit | E |
and horses at chairs | R |
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These victorious figures of bravado ossified young | S |
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In between the limits of day | E |
hours and hours go by under the crew haircuts | T |
and slightly too little nonsensical bachelor twinkle | J |
of the Roman Catholic attendants | U |
There are no Mayflower | D |
screwballs in the Catholic Church | V |
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After a hearty New England breakfast | E |
I weigh two hundred pounds | W |
this morning Cock of the walk | X |
I strut in my turtle necked French sailor's jersey | Y |
before the metal shaving mirrors | Z |
and see the shaky future grow familiar | D |
in the pinched indigenous faces | A2 |
of these thoroughbred mental cases | A2 |
twice my age and half my weight | E |
We are all old timers | Z |
each of us holds a locked razor | D |
Robert Lowell
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