The Wind-struck Music Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLKMNDOPQR SPIATUVHWRWPXYWHL RZA2B2C2D2E2F2| Ed Stiles and old Tom Birnam went up to their cattle on the | A |
| bare hills | B |
| Above Mai Paso they'd ridden under the stars' white death | C |
| when they reached the ridge the huge tiger lily | D |
| Of a certain cloud lapped astonishing autumn sunrise opened all | E |
| its petals Ed Stiles pulled in his horse | F |
| That flashy palamino he rode cream color heavy white mane | G |
| white tail his pride and said | H |
| 'Look Tom My God Ain't that a beautiful sunrise ' Birnam | I |
| drew down his mouth set the hard old chin | J |
| And whined 'Now Ed listen here I haven't an ounce of | K |
| poetry in all my body It's cows we're after ' | L |
| Ed laughed and followed they began to sort the heifers out of | K |
| the herd One red little deer legged creature | M |
| Rolled her wild eyes and ran away down the hill the old man | N |
| hard after her She ran through a deep cut gully | D |
| And Birnam's piebald would have made a clean jump but the clay lip | O |
| Crumbled under his take off he slipped and | P |
| Spilled in the pit | Q |
| flailed with four hooves and came out scrambling | R |
| Stiles saw them vanish | S |
| Then the pawing horse and the flapping stirrups He rode and | P |
| looked down and saw the old man in the gulley bottom | I |
| Flat on his back most grimly gazing up at the sky He saw the | A |
| earth banks the sparse white grass | T |
| The strong dark sea a thousand feet down below red with reflections | U |
| of clouds He said 'My God | V |
| Tom are you hurt ' Who answered slowly 'No Ed | H |
| I'm only lying here thinking o' my four sons' biting the words | W |
| Carefully between his lips 'big handsome men at present lolling | R |
| in bed in their silk pyjamas | W |
| And why the devil I keep on working ' He stood up slowly and | P |
| wiped the dirt from his cheek groaned spat | X |
| And climbed up the clay bank Stiles laughed 'Tom I can't tell | Y |
| you I guess you like to By God I guess | W |
| You like the sunrises ' The old man growled in his throat and said | H |
| 'Catch me my horse ' | L |
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| This old man died last winter having | R |
| lived eighty one years under open sky | Z |
| Concerned with cattle horses and hunting no thought nor emotion | A2 |
| that all his ancestors since the ice age | B2 |
| Could not have comprehended I call that a good life narrow | C2 |
| but vastly better than most | D2 |
| Men's lives and beyond comparison more beautiful the wind struck | E2 |
| music man's bones were moulded to be the harp for | F2 |
Robinson Jeffers
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