The Purse-seine Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKDCLMN OLEPDMMMMFQRMS TMMULIULMPMMVMWPMMVX YZDA2B2OC2

Our sardine fishermen work at night in the darkA
of the moon daylight or moonlightB
They could not tell where to spread the netC
unable to see the phosphorescence of theD
shoals of fishE
They work northward from Monterey coastingF
Santa Cruz off New Year's Point or offG
Pigeon PointH
The look out man will see some lakes of milk colorI
light on the sea's night purple he pointsJ
and the helmsmanK
Turns the dark prow the motorboat circles theD
gleaming shoal and drifts out her seine netC
They close the circleL
And purse the bottom of the net then with greatM
labor haul it inN
-
I cannot tell youO
How beautiful the scene is and a little terribleL
then when the crowded fishE
Know they are caught and wildly beat from one wallP
to the other of their closing destiny theD
phosphorescentM
Water to a pool of flame each beautiful slender bodyM
sheeted with flame like a live rocketM
A comet's tail wake of clear yellow flame while outsideM
the narrowingF
Floats and cordage of the net great sea lions come upQ
to watch sighing in the dark the vast wallsR
of nightM
Stand erect to the starsS
-
Lately I was looking from a night mountain topT
On a wide city the colored splendor galaxies of lightM
how could I help but recall the seine netM
Gathering the luminous fish I cannot tell you howU
beautiful the city appeared and a little terribleL
I thought We have geared the machines and locked all togetherI
into inter dependence we have built the great cities nowU
There is no escape We have gathered vast populations incapableL
of free survival insulatedM
From the strong earth each person in himself helpless on allP
dependent The circle is closed and the netM
Is being hauled in They hardly feel the cords drawing yetM
they shine already The inevitable mass disastersV
Will not come in our time nor in our children's but weM
and our childrenW
Must watch the net draw narrower government take allP
powers or revolution and the new governmentM
Take more than all add to kept bodies kept souls or anarchyM
the mass disastersV
These things are ProgressX
Do you marvel our verse is troubled or frowning while it keepsY
its reason Or it lets go lets the mood flowZ
In the manner of the recent young men into mere hysteriaD
splintered gleams crackled laughter But they areA2
quite wrongB2
There is no reason for amazement surely one always knewO
that cultures decay and life's end is deathC2

Robinson Jeffers



Rate:
(1)



Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme

Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation


Write your comment about The Purse-seine poem by Robinson Jeffers


 

Recent Interactions*

This poem was read 24 times,

This poem was added to the favorite list by 0 members,

This poem was voted by 0 members.

(* Interactions only in the last 7 days)

New Poems

Popular Poets