Portrait Of A Lady Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCD EFGHCHCIJIKH JLMMMMNMNOMMMG MMMMPP MMMMM HHMQMMQM MBRST EEUVU VWW XBBX MBYZYZMA2MA2B2C2D2B2 C2 E2ME2MF2D2G2 G2 H2H2I2M YMY MI2UI2I2I2 J2MK2J2M EMUML2UERRSR| Thou hast committed | A |
| Fornication but that was in another country | B |
| And besides the wench is dead | C |
| The Jew of Malta | D |
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| I | - |
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| Among the smoke and fog of a December afternoon | E |
| You have the scene arrange itself as it will seem to do | F |
| With 'I have saved this afternoon for you' | G |
| And four wax candles in the darkened room | H |
| Four rings of light upon the ceiling overhead | C |
| An atmosphere of Juliet's tomb | H |
| Prepared for all the things to be said or left unsaid | C |
| We have been let us say to hear the latest Pole | I |
| Transmit the Preludes through his hair and fingertips | J |
| 'So intimate this Chopin that I think his soul | I |
| Should be resurrected only among friends | K |
| Some two or three who will not touch the bloom | H |
| That is rubbed and questioned in the concert room ' | - |
| And so the conversation slips | J |
| Among velleities and carefully caught regrets | L |
| Through attenuated tones of violins | M |
| Mingled with remote cornets | M |
| And begins | M |
| 'You do not know how much they mean to me my friends | M |
| And how how rare and strange it is to find | N |
| In a life composed so much so much of odds and ends | M |
| For indeed I do not love it you knew you are not blind | N |
| How keen you are | O |
| To find a friend who has these qualities | M |
| Who has and gives | M |
| Those qualities upon which friendship lives | M |
| How much it means that I say this to you | G |
| Without these friendships life what cauchemar ' | - |
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| Among the windings of the violins | M |
| And the ariettes | M |
| Of cracked cornets | M |
| Inside my brain a dull tom tom begins | M |
| Absurdly hammering a prelude of its own | P |
| Capricious monotone | P |
| That is at least one definite 'false note ' | - |
| Let us take the air in a tobacco trance | M |
| Admire the monuments | M |
| Discuss the late events | M |
| Correct our watches by the public clocks | M |
| Then sit for half an hour and drink our bocks | M |
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| II | - |
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| Now that lilacs are in bloom | H |
| She has a bowl of lilacs in her room | H |
| And twists one in his fingers while she talks | M |
| 'Ah my friend you do not know you do not know | Q |
| What life is you who hold it in your hands' | M |
| Slowly twisting the lilac stalks | M |
| 'You let it flow from you you let it flow | Q |
| And youth is cruel and has no remorse | M |
| And smiles at situations which it cannot see ' | - |
| I smile of course | M |
| And go on drinking tea | B |
| 'Yet with these April sunsets that somehow recall | R |
| My buried life and Paris in the Spring | S |
| I feel immeasurably at peace and find the world | T |
| To be wonderful and youthful after all ' | - |
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| The voice returns like the insistent out of tune | E |
| Of a broken violin on an August afternoon | E |
| 'I am always sure that you understand | U |
| My feelings always sure that you feel | V |
| Sure that across the gulf you reach your hand | U |
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| You are invulnerable you have no Achilles' heel | V |
| You will go on and when you have prevailed | W |
| You can say at this point many a one has failed | W |
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| But what have I but what have I my friend | X |
| To give you what can you receive from me | B |
| Only the friendship and the sympathy | B |
| Of one about to reach her journey's end | X |
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| I shall sit here serving tea to friends ' | - |
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| I take my hat how can I make a cowardly amends | M |
| For what she has said to me | B |
| You will see me any morning in the park | Y |
| Reading the comics and the sporting page | Z |
| Particularly I remark | Y |
| An English countess goes upon the stage | Z |
| A Greek was murdered at a Polish dance | M |
| Another bank defaulter has confessed | A2 |
| I keep my countenance | M |
| I remain self possessed | A2 |
| Except when a street piano mechanical and tired | B2 |
| Reiterates some worn out common song | C2 |
| With the smell of hyacinths across the garden | D2 |
| Recalling things that other people have desired | B2 |
| Are these ideas right or wrong | C2 |
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| III | - |
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| The October night comes down returning as before | E2 |
| Except for a slight sensation of being ill at ease | M |
| I mount the stairs and turn the handle of the door | E2 |
| And feel as if I had mounted on my hands and knees | M |
| 'And so you are going abroad and when do you return | F2 |
| But that's a useless question | D2 |
| You hardly know when you are coming back | G2 |
| You will find so much to learn ' | - |
| My smile falls heavily among the bric agrave brac | G2 |
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| 'Perhaps you can write to me ' | - |
| My self possession flares up for a second | H2 |
| This is as I had reckoned | H2 |
| 'I have been wondering frequently of late | I2 |
| But our beginnings never know our ends | M |
| Why we have not developed into friends ' | - |
| I feel like one who smiles and turning shall remark | Y |
| Suddenly his expression in a glass | M |
| My self possession gutters we are really in the dark | Y |
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| 'For everybody said so all our friends | M |
| They all were sure our feelings would relate | I2 |
| So closely I myself can hardly understand | U |
| We must leave it now to fate | I2 |
| You will write at any rate | I2 |
| Perhaps it is not too late | I2 |
| I shall sit here serving tea to friends ' | - |
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| And I must borrow every changing shape | J2 |
| To find expression dance dance | M |
| Like a dancing bear | K2 |
| Cry like a parrot chatter like an ape | J2 |
| Let us take the air in a tobacco trance | M |
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| Well and what if she should die some afternoon | E |
| Afternoon grey and smoky evening yellow and rose | M |
| Should die and leave me sitting pen in hand | U |
| With the smoke coming down above the housetops | M |
| Doubtful for a while | L2 |
| Not knowing what to feel or if I understand | U |
| Or whether wise or foolish tardy or too soon | E |
| Would she not have the advantage after all | R |
| This music is successful with a 'dying fall' | R |
| Now that we talk of dying | S |
| And should I have the right to smile | R |
T. S. Eliot
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