The Lover In Hell Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGH IJKLMNOPKQKORHHBSATU VHKHKKUWXYZRA2FKHBKK KKKB2QHSC2D2RHHHHE2K RRF2 G2| Eternally the choking steam goes up | A |
| From the black pools of seething oil | B |
| How merry | C |
| Those little devils are They've stolen the pitchfork | D |
| From Bel there as he slept Look oh look look | E |
| They've got at Nero Oh it isn't fair | F |
| Lord how he squeals Stop it it's well indecent | G |
| But funny See Bel's waked They'll catch it now | H |
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| Eternally that stifling reek arises | I |
| Blotting the dome with smoky terrible towers | J |
| Black strangling trees whispering obscene things | K |
| Amongst their branches clutching with maimed hands | L |
| Or oozing slowly like blind tentacles | M |
| Up to the gates higher than that heaped brick | N |
| Man piled to smite the sun And all around | O |
| Are devils One can laugh but that hunched shape | P |
| The face one stone like those Assyrian kings | K |
| One sees in carvings watching men flayed red | Q |
| Horribly laughable in leaps and writhes | K |
| That face utterly evil clouded round | O |
| With evil like a smoke it turns smiles sour | R |
| And Nero there the flabby cheeks astrain | H |
| And sweating agony long agony | H |
| Imperishable unappeasable | B |
| For ever well it droops the mouth Till I | S |
| Look up | A |
| There's one blue patch no smoke dares touch | T |
| Sky clear ineffable alive with light | U |
| Always the same | V |
| Before I never knew | H |
| Rest and green peace | K |
| She stands there in the sun | H |
| It seems so quaint she should have long gold wings | K |
| I never have got used folded across | K |
| Her breast or fluttering with fierce pure light | U |
| Like shaken steel Her crown too Well it's queer | W |
| And then she never cared much for the harp | X |
| On earth Here though | Y |
| She is all peace all quiet | Z |
| All passionate desires the eloquent thunder | R |
| Of new glad suns shouting aloud for joy | A2 |
| Over fresh worlds and clean trampling the air | F |
| Like stooping hawks to the long wind of horns | K |
| Flung from the bastions of Eternity | H |
| And she is the low lake drowsy and gentle | B |
| And good words spoken from the tongues of friends | K |
| And calmness in the evening and deep thoughts | K |
| Falling like dreams from the stars' solemn mouths | K |
| All these | K |
| They said she was unfaithful once | K |
| Or I remembered it and so for that | B2 |
| I lie here I suppose Yes so they said | Q |
| You see she is so troubled looking down | H |
| Sorrowing deeply for my torments I | S |
| Of course feel nothing while I see her save | C2 |
| That sometimes when I think the matter out | D2 |
| And what earth people said of us of her | R |
| It seems as if I must be here in heaven | H |
| And she | H |
| Then I grow proud and suddenly | H |
| There comes a splatter of oil against my skin | H |
| Hurting this time And I forget my pride | E2 |
| And my face writhes | K |
| Some day the little ladder | R |
| Of white words that I build up up to her | R |
| May fetch me out Meanwhile it isn't bad | F2 |
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| But what a sense of humor God must have | G2 |
Stephen Vincent Benet
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