A Letter To A Live Poet Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEAAFAGHIJJKJILMJ JAA NAADAO PJAQRJSMAJ IJIQAIJJJJTUSir since the last Elizabethan died | A |
Or rather that more Paradisal muse | B |
Blind with much light passed to the light more glorious | C |
Or deeper blindness no man's hand as thine | D |
Has on the world's most noblest chord of song | E |
Struck certain magic strains Ears satiate | A |
With the clamorous timorous whisperings of to day | A |
Thrilled to perceive once more the spacious voice | F |
And serene utterance of old We heard | A |
With rapturous breath half held as a dreamer dreams | G |
Who dares not know it dreaming lest he wake | H |
The odorous amorous style of poetry | I |
The melancholy knocking of those lines | J |
The long low soughing of pentameters | J |
Or the sharp of rhyme as a bird's cry | K |
And the innumerable truant polysyllables | J |
Multitudinously twittering like a bee | I |
Fulfilled our hearts were with that music then | L |
And all the evenings sighed it to the dawn | M |
And all the lovers heard it from all the trees | J |
All of the accents upon all the norms | J |
And ah the stress on the penultimate | A |
We never knew blank verse could have such feet | A |
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Where is it now Oh more than ever now | N |
I sometimes think no poetry is read | A |
Save where some sepultured Caesura bled | A |
Royally incarnadining all the line | D |
Is the imperial iamb laid to rest | A |
And the young trochee having done enough | O |
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Ah turn again Sing so to us who are sick | P |
Of seeming simple rhymes bizarre emotions | J |
Decked in the simple verses of the day | A |
Infinite meaning in the little gloom | Q |
Irregular thoughts in stanzas regular | R |
Modern despair in antique meters myths | J |
Incomprehensible at evening | S |
And symbols that mean nothing in the dawn | M |
The slow lines swell The new styles sighs The Celt | A |
Moans round with many voices | J |
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God to see | I |
Gaunt anapaests stand up out of the verse | J |
Combative accents stress where no stress should be | I |
Spondee on spondee iamb on choriamb | Q |
The thrill of the all the tribrachs in the world | A |
And all the vowels rising to the E | I |
To hear the blessed mutter of those verbs | J |
Conjunctions passionate toward each other's arms | J |
And epithets like amaranthine lovers | J |
Stretching luxuriously to the stars | J |
All prouder pronouns than the dawn and all | T |
The thunder of the trumpets of the noun | U |
Rupert Brooke
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