Room 4: The Painter Chap Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCC DEDED FGHGIJJKJILMNMNM OPOPP QRQQS MTTMUU VDVDD WXWXX YMYMVV UCUCUPZP| He gives me such a bold and curious look | A |
| That young American across the way | B |
| As if he'd like to put me in a book | A |
| Fancies himself a poet so they say | B |
| Ah well He'll make no document of me | C |
| I lock my door Ha ha Now none shall see | C |
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| Pictures just pictures piled from roof to floor | D |
| Each one a bit of me a dream fulfilled | E |
| A vision of the beauty I adore | D |
| My own poor glimpse of glory passion thrilled | E |
| But now my money's gone I paint no more | D |
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| For three days past I have not tasted food | F |
| The jeweled colors run I reel I faint | G |
| They tell me that my pictures are no good | H |
| Just crude and childish daubs a waste of paint | G |
| I burned to throw on canvas all I saw | I |
| Twilight on water tenderness of trees | J |
| Wet sands at sunset and the smoking seas | J |
| The peace of valleys and the mountain's awe | K |
| Emotion swayed me at the thought of these | J |
| I sought to paint ere I had learned to draw | I |
| And that's the trouble | L |
| Ah well here am I | M |
| Facing my failure after struggle long | N |
| And there they are my croutes that none will buy | M |
| And doubtless they are right and I am wrong | N |
| Well when one's lost one's faith it's time to die | M |
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| This knife will do and now to slash and slash | O |
| Rip them to ribands rend them every one | P |
| My dreams and visions tear and stab and gash | O |
| So that their crudeness may be known to none | P |
| Poor miserable daubs Ah there it's done | P |
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| And now to close my little window tight | Q |
| Lo in the dusking sky serenely set | R |
| The evening star is like a beacon bright | Q |
| And see to keep her tender tryst with night | Q |
| How Paris veils herself in violet | S |
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| Oh why does God create such men as I | M |
| All pride and passion and divine desire | T |
| Raw quivering nerve stuff and devouring fire | T |
| Foredoomed to failure though they try and try | M |
| Abortive blindly to destruction hurled | U |
| Unfound unfit to grapple with the world | U |
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| And now to light my wheezy jet of gas | V |
| Chink up the window crannies and the door | D |
| So that no single breath of air may pass | V |
| So that I'm sealed air tight from roof to floor | D |
| There there that's done and now there's nothing more | D |
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| Look at the city's myriad lamps a shine | W |
| See the calm moon is launching into space | X |
| There will be darkness in these eyes of mine | W |
| Ere it can climb to shine upon my face | X |
| Oh it will find such peace upon my face | X |
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| City of Beauty I have loved you well | Y |
| A laugh or two I've had but many a sigh | M |
| I've run with you the scale from Heav'n to Hell | Y |
| Paris I love you still good by good by | M |
| Thus it all ends unhappily alas | V |
| It's time to sleep and now blow out the gas | V |
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| Now there's that little midinette | U |
| Who goes to work each morning daily | C |
| I choose to call her Blithe Babette | U |
| Because she's always humming gaily | C |
| And though the Goddess Comme il faut | U |
| May look on her with prim expression | P |
| It's Pagan Paris where you know | Z |
| The queen of virtues is Discretion | P |
Robert Service
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