Give Your Heart To The Hawks Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B C D E FG HIJKLMNOPQFRSTUVPWXY ZWRSK W A2 W B2 C2 W F D2 W E2 SY C2 F2G2 H2Y D2 I2 D2J2 F E2 S K2F L FL2 M2 L2 L2 N2 O2 W FW D P2 WQ2R2 L2D2 YD P2S2 WH L2C2 WD A2W WD WS T2L2 H L2FWD2 WWW U2 KV2 FH YW L2WV WD2 WW W2X2 H2 WYWH2Y2 L2Z2 WW HWWA3W F FH2 H L2 L2P2 B3 H2C3 HYU2he apples hung until a wind at the equinox | A |
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That heaped the beach with black weed filled the dry grass | B |
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Under the old trees with rosy fruit | C |
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In the morning Fayne Fraser gathered the sound ones into a | D |
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basket | E |
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The bruised ones into a pan One place they lay so thickly | F |
She knelt to reach them | G |
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Her husband's brother passing | H |
Along the broken fence of the stubble field | I |
His quick brown eyes took in one moving glance | J |
A little gopher snake at his feet flowing through the stubble | K |
To gain the fence and Fayne crouched after apples | L |
With her mop of red hair like a glowing coal | M |
Against the shadow in the garden The small shapely reptile | N |
Flowed into a thicket of dead thistle stalks | O |
Around a fence post but its tail was not hidden | P |
The young man drew it all out and as the coil | Q |
Whipped over his wrist smiled at it he stepped carefully | F |
Across the sag of the wire When Fayne looked up | R |
His hand was hidden she looked over her shoulder | S |
And twitched her sunburnt lips from small white teeth | T |
To answer the spark of malice in his eyes but turned | U |
To the apples intent again Michael looked down | V |
At her white neck rarely touched by the sun | P |
But now the cinnabar colored hair fell off from it | W |
And her shoulders in the light blue shirt and long legs like a boy's | X |
Bare ankled in blue jean trousers the country wear | Y |
He stooped quietly and slipped the small cool snake | Z |
Up the blue denim leg Fayne screamed and writhed | W |
Clutching her thigh 'Michael you beast ' She stood up | R |
And stroked her leg with little sharp cries the slender invader | S |
Fell down her ankle | K |
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Fayne snatched for it and missed | W |
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Michael stood by rejoicing his rather small | A2 |
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Finely cut features in a dance of delight | W |
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Fayne with one sweep flung at his face | B2 |
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All the bruised and half spoiled apples in the pan | C2 |
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A fragrant volley and while he staggered under it | W |
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The hat fallen from his head she found one thoroughly | F |
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Soft rotten brown in the long white grass and threw | D2 |
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For the crown of his dark head but perfectly missed | W |
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Crying 'Quits We're even ' They stood and warily smiled at each | E2 |
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other | S |
In the heavy sweet apple air | Y |
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The garden was sunken lower than | C2 |
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the little fields it had many fragrances | F2 |
And its own shadow while the cows lay in the stream bed large | G2 |
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sycamore leaves dropped on their flanks the yellow | H2 |
Heads of the hills quivered with sun and the straining sea glare | Y |
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Fayne said 'Where did it go poor thing ' | - |
Looking for the little serpent Michael said gravely 'That's to | D2 |
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remember me by I wish I could do worse | I2 |
I'm going away ' 'What ' 'From here again ' | - |
'Oh no ' 'I am though ' 'No Michael ' | - |
'Freckles ' he answered 'didn't it ever occur to you | D2 |
That it's fairly dull here I'm going up to town again | J2 |
I've got to earn money and spend it and hear the motors ' | - |
She said dismally 'What about me Who'll there be to talk to ' | - |
'Lance of course ' 'I love him dearly he's not fun exactly | F |
He wouldn't stick a rattlesnake up my leg ' | - |
'Gopher snake ' he shouted They stood and laughed at each | E2 |
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other | S |
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And Michael 'I was over the ridge to Drunken Charlie's | K2 |
Fixing up a little party for Saturday | F |
There'll be a moon in the evening I leave Monday ' | - |
Fayne said unhappily 'Help me pick up the apples | L |
I poured on you ' | - |
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II | - |
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Michael was taking Mary Abbey | F |
The Dolmans came and Will Howard with two girls | L2 |
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And Leo Ramirez with his sister Nell so that the youth | M2 |
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Of the coast was all there They met at Erasers' | L2 |
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And crossed the ridge and were picketing the horses | L2 |
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Where they could ride no farther on the airy brink | N2 |
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Above the great slides of the thousand foot cliff | O2 |
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They were very gay colorful mites on the edge of the world | W |
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The men divided the pack to carry | F |
Lance Eraser being strongest took most | W |
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Far down below the | D |
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broad ocean burned like a vast cat's eye | P2 |
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Pupilled by the track of sun but eastward beyond the white | W |
grassed hump of the ridge the day moon stood bleak | Q2 |
And badly shaped face of stained clay above the limestone fang | R2 |
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of one of the Ventana mountains | L2 |
Just its own color Lance looking back saw his wife talking to | D2 |
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Michael her cinnabar colored hair | Y |
Like a flag of life against the pale east That moment he saw the | D |
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horses plunging against the sky | P2 |
And heard a noise like a sharp head of water from a narrow pipe | S2 |
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a girl cried out | W |
Lance dropped his pack and returned Will Howard was looking | H |
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for stones | L2 |
But found none but Lance found a burnt fence post relic of an | C2 |
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ancient fire The snake lay with raised head | W |
The rattle of its tail making that noise of sharp water running a | D |
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big rattler but very small | A2 |
At bay in the circle of the laughing men Lance struck for its head | W |
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but the snake that moment struck at the rope's end | W |
That Michael was flicking at it so that Lance's blow failed the | D |
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fence post broke to bits in his hand | W |
The snake not harmed then Michael laughing with pleasure | S |
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whipped the creature to death with the doubled rope | T2 |
And set his heel on the head Lance damned all rotten wood his | L2 |
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blond face flushing | H |
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Dark through the sunburn Michael cut off the victim's | L2 |
Tail with the ten rattles to give to Mary | F |
The other young men quieted the horses and caught | W |
One that had dragged away the bush it was tied to | D2 |
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Lance would not wait he picked up his pack and went | W |
Alone down the zigzag path but after a moment | W |
His temper cleared | W |
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Far down short of the cat's eye ocean they | U2 |
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saw like a brown pebble | K |
Drunken Charlie's hut in a gorge of the cliff a feather of smoke | V2 |
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and his boat like a split berry | F |
Of bladdery seaweed up the thin strand and Lance stood waiting | H |
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down the wild cliff side his light brown hair | Y |
Golden with sun his hat and the pack laid down The warm wind | W |
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up the mountain was wild with fragrance | L2 |
Chiefly the scent of the chiya bushes that wear rosettes of seed | W |
Strung on the stem The girls squealed as they scrambled down | V |
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when the brittle trap rock broke underfoot | W |
Small fragments ran over on the next below When they came to | D2 |
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the foot of the cliff Michael said 'Now ' and offered | W |
A bottle hot from his pocket 'It's time ' Mary Abbey refused | W |
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it but the others drank from mouth to mouth | W2 |
Stinging fire from the slobbered bottle neck | X2 |
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The sun was low | H2 |
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But had played all day on this southwestward | W |
Cliff over the burning glass water and the air | Y |
Still swirled with heat the headland of Eraser's Point | W |
Stopped off the trade wind here Fayne Fraser a little dizzily | H2 |
Looked seaward left of the blazing sun track and saw the track | Y2 |
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of the northwest gale and the running waves | L2 |
Like an endless army of horse with banners going by offshore | Z2 |
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her eyes followed them a ruled line southward | W |
Of violent water converging toward the bronze headland beyond | W |
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headland of the mountain coast and someone was saying | H |
'It's hot we'll swim ' 'Before we eat ' someone said | W |
The girls twittered together and clustered northward | W |
To a little cove beyond a fair spit of rock | A3 |
The men remained on this side | W |
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Fayne undressed beside Mary | F |
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Abbey | F |
And was careful of words because she'd sucked from the bottle | H2 |
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more than she meant to and had small experience of drinking | H |
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She said carefully 'Where did those girls of Will Howard's | L2 |
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come from ' 'Nina told me ' she answered 'waitresses | L2 |
Down from the city on their vacation ' 'Honestly are they I | P2 |
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guessed it ' 'No ' Mary said 'they're nice girls ' | - |
'That yellow haired one she's bad ' 'No ' Mary said Fayne | B3 |
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said 'Did you see her face when she looked at Michael | H2 |
Across that bottle ' 'Oh no ' Mary answered ' Well Are | C3 |
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you ready Mary Let's go ' | - |
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They limped down to the waves giggling and wincing | H |
Fayne had tied a broad handkerchief around her hair | Y |
To shed the spray | U2 |
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