A Redeemer Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDEAFGHIJKLMNAOAB PQRSTUAVJWAXYZA2BB2L JAAC2XJD2TFUXE2BTPUU XAUXUF2BG2H2BI2XI2XI 2UXTI2AI2 J2XAJ I2AXI2KXA| The road had steepened and the sun sharpened on the high | A |
| ridges the stream probably was dry | A |
| Certainly not to be come to down the pit of the canyon We | B |
| stopped for water at the one farm | C |
| In all that mountain The trough was cracked with drought the | D |
| moss on the boards dead but an old dog | E |
| Rose like a wooden toy at the house door silently I said 'There | A |
| will be water somewhere about ' | F |
| And when I knocked a man showed us a spring of water Though | G |
| his hair was nearly white I judged him | H |
| Forty years old at most His eyes and voice were muted It is | I |
| likely he kept his hands hidden | J |
| I failed to see them until we had dipped the spring He stood then | K |
| on the lip of the great slope | L |
| And looked westward over an incredible country to the far hills | M |
| that dammed the sea fog it billowed | N |
| Above them cascaded over them it never crossed them gray | A |
| standing flood He stood gazing his hands | O |
| Were clasped behind him I caught a glimpse of serous red under | A |
| the fingers and looking sharply | B |
| When they drew apart saw that both hands were wounded I said | P |
| 'Your hands are hurt ' He twitched them from sight | Q |
| But after a moment having earnestly eyed me displayed them | R |
| The wounds were in the hearts of the palms | S |
| Pierced to the backs like stigmata of crucifixion The horrible | T |
| raw flesh protruded glistening | U |
| And granular not scabbed nor a sign of infection 'These are | A |
| old wounds ' He answered 'Yes They don't heal ' He stood | V |
| Moving his lips in silence his back against that fabulous basin | J |
| of mountains fold beyond fold | W |
| Patches of forest and scarps of rock high domes of dead gray | A |
| pasture and gray beds of dry rivers | X |
| dear and particular in die burning air too bright to appear real | Y |
| to the last range | Z |
| The fog from the ocean like a stretched compacted thunderstorm | A2 |
| overhung and he said gravely | B |
| 'I pick them open I made them long ago with a clean steel It | B2 |
| is only a litde to pay' | L |
| He stretched and flexed the fingers I saw his sunburnt lips whiten | J |
| in a line compressed together | A |
| 'If only it proves enough for a time to save so many ' I | A |
| searched his face for madness but that | C2 |
| Is often invisible a subtle spirit 'There never ' he said 'was | X |
| any people earned so much ruin | J |
| I love them I am trying to suffer for them It would be bad if | D2 |
| I should die I am careful | T |
| Against excess ' 'You think of the wounds ' I said 'of Jesus ' | F |
| He laughed angrily and frowned stroking | U |
| The fingers of one hand with the other 'Religion is the people's | X |
| opium Your little Jew God | E2 |
| My pain ' he said with pride 'is voluntary | B |
| They have done what never was done before Not as a people | T |
| takes a land to love it and be fed | P |
| A little according to need and love and again a little sparing | U |
| the country tribes mixing | U |
| Their blood with theirs their minds with all the rocks and rivers | X |
| their flesh with the soil no without hunger | A |
| Wasting the world and your own labor without love possessing | U |
| not even your hands to the dirt but plows | X |
| Like blades of knives heartless machines houses of steel using | U |
| and despising the patient earth | F2 |
| Oh as a rich man eats a forest for profit and a field for vanity | B |
| so you came west and raped | G2 |
| The continent and brushed its people to death Without need | H2 |
| the weak skirmishing hunters and without mercy | B |
| Well God's a scarecrow no vengeance out of old rags But | I2 |
| there are acts breeding their own reversals | X |
| In their own bellies from the first day I am here' he saidand | I2 |
| broke off suddenly and said 'They take horses | X |
| And give them sicknesses through hollow needles their blood | I2 |
| saves babies I am here on the mountain making | U |
| Antitoxin for all the happy towns and farms the lovely blameless | X |
| children the terrible | T |
| Arrogant cities I used to think them terrible their gray prosperity | I2 |
| 'their pride from up here | A |
| Specks of mildew | I2 |
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| But when I am dead and all you with whole | J2 |
| hands think of nothing but happiness | X |
| Will you go mad and kill each other Or horror come over | A |
| the ocean on wings and cover your sun | J |
| I wish ' he said trembling 'I had never been born ' | - |
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| His wife came from the door while he was talking Mine asked | I2 |
| her quietly 'Do you live all alone here | A |
| Are you not afraid ' 'Certainly not ' she answered 'he is | X |
| always gentle and loving I have no complaint | I2 |
| Except his groans in the night keep me awake often But when | K |
| I think of other women's | X |
| Troubles my own daughter's I'm older than my husband I | A |
| have been married before deep is my peace ' | - |
Robinson Jeffers
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