A Letter To A Live Poet Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEAAFAGHIJJKJILMJ JAA NAADAO PJAQRJSMAJ IJIQAIJJJJTU| Sir 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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