Earth : A Natural Museum Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B C D E E C F G H I I J E I K L M N I I O E I I I P B Q M I R I I S T I B C I U M V I W E I S M X Y Z A2 S I B2 I I I C2 D2 H E2 D2 H B X J H B F2 G2 H2 H I2 R S J2| The earth is a natural museum into which generations of flora and fauna set | A |
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| And our children the wingless birds set like rays of evening sun | B |
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| And sons of new generations rise from new | C |
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| Wombs and new seeds with new faces surrounded | D |
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| By new orbs of light only to weave new civilizations for the pages of history | E |
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| Which keep bulging until the axe of time descends on it mercilessly | E |
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| Sweat flows as an eternal under current of history the sinews of human machine work to | C |
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| Make this glittering superstructure remain | F |
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| constantly creaking like gigantic wooden wheel never at rest and never fed with grease | G |
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| History the stupid woman works up her hoary voice in tremulous tones to narrate the | H |
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| Epic tales of man from graying reason men listen to her in all times | I |
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| The museum is filled and emptied crowds pass in and pass out through the halls like moving winds restless for an unbounded journey for peaks unseen unknown but dreamt of generation after generation by the eyes of trees animals Men and molecules while the drums of armies governments judicatures dictators and demagogues continue sounding their empty fanfares | I |
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| O each age hungers for a passion each age invites the rule of stupid theory willingly subjects itself to its sovereignty while the intellect remains critical watching and hatching the eggs of a new age | J |
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| CANTO V | E |
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| Poetry is coming like a red red horse | I |
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| like a an arrow from my blood like the life | K |
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| of a martyr It is not letting me breathe | L |
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| From across the vast glass pane are coming | M |
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| turning into words all those trees all | N |
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| those roads that run through the trees all those | I |
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| people that the roads carry all those loads of skies | I |
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| that people bear and all those horizons that hang | O |
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| from the skies helplessly | E |
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| Every moment of mine comes and goes | I |
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| chistling itself into a sculptured piece | I |
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| One time as my nation another time as | I |
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| my song Yet another time as my poem and then | P |
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| as my blazing sun | B |
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| With new faces wearing new halos of light | Q |
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| my poems come jumping and dancing | M |
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| on the new line of my eyes | I |
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| On my roads are written letters of | R |
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| welcome on my footsteps are rained colours | I |
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| by roadside trees | I |
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| Some children are playing marble out there | S |
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| those very marble which they play today will | T |
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| ascend the guns of tomorrow and destroy these | I |
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| gigantic edifices of oppression | B |
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| They shall raise new buildings and new | C |
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| sunrises will be born in the hills | I |
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| Can ranges of mountains stop the dawn | U |
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| Sun will any how jump forward cutting | M |
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| across with a thousand swords he will plant | V |
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| red flags of light on the hills | I |
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| The shining roads which today are | W |
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| bearing on their backs rolling motor cars will flee | E |
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| away through these crowds of trees | I |
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| I may go and I my not return but there | S |
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| is no escape from my memories they shall sing | M |
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| forever becoming birds in the air they shall become | X |
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| a million rays of light and spread a net on my | Y |
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| people | Z |
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| Don't I know my child | A2 |
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| What sea is roaring in that tiny drop of your tear | S |
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| and that is why I shout my appeals | I |
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| to the trees you must bear weapons and not | B2 |
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| leaves on your branches | I |
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| rocks along my way entreat me for voices | I |
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| voices voices | I |
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| Chariots of experience roll over my chest | C2 |
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| though the flesh of my body is crushed under | D2 |
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| the weight of their wheels I stand staring at the | H |
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| clouds of thoughtful dust left behind | E2 |
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| I dropped everything as a tree drops its flower | D2 |
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| I cannot explain how powerful is the | H |
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| beauty which comes out of renunciation | B |
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| It is only when I can change my age from | X |
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| youth to childhood or from childhood to old age | J |
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| from one to another and summon at will the | H |
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| spirit of the years of any part of the life given | B |
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| tome only then I become unconquerable before | F2 |
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| that I was only a ship sinking between | G2 |
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| the peaks of birth and death | H2 |
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| My desires are temples erected on the | H |
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| peaks of hills I a traveler trekking my way on earth | I2 |
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| I am longing to vanish into the womb of | R |
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| midnight silence to pray into the temple where | S |
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| there are none not even god disturb my solitude | J2 |
Seshendra Sharma
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