The Shape Of The Fire Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCD EFG HIJK CLM NOP QRS TTUVWXQQV CYCZPA2YB2YCYC2D2 SSYE2 YYYY YF2YF2 G2UC YCYH2I2J2K2L2 M2YYYN2O2 P2YO2YYQ2YR2 VNYJR2YR2YR2YYR2S2R2 O2O2CC| A | |
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| What s this A dish for fat lips | B |
| Who says A nameless stranger | C |
| Is he a bird or a tree Not everyone can tell | D |
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| Water recedes to the crying of spiders | E |
| An old scow bumps over black rocks | F |
| A cracked pod calls | G |
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| Mother me out of here What more will the bones allow | H |
| Will the sea give the wind suck A toad folds into a stone | I |
| These flowers are all fangs Comfort me fury | J |
| Wake me witch we ll do the dance of rotten sticks | K |
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| Shale loosens Marl reaches into the field Small birds pass over water | C |
| Spirit come near This is only the edge of whiteness | L |
| I can t laugh at a procession of dogs | M |
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| In the hour of ripeness the tree is barren | N |
| The she bear mopes under the hill | O |
| Mother mother stir from your cave of sorrow | P |
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| A low mouth laps water Weeds weeds how I love you | Q |
| The arbor is cooler Farewell farewell fond worm | R |
| The warm comes without sound | S |
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| Where s the eye | T |
| The eye s in the sty | T |
| The ear s not here | U |
| Beneath the hair | V |
| When I took off my clothes | W |
| To find a nose | X |
| There was only one shoe | Q |
| For the waltz of To | Q |
| The pinch of Where | V |
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| Time for the flat headed man I recognize that listener | C |
| Him with the platitudes and rubber doughnuts | Y |
| Melting at the knees a varicose horror | C |
| Hello hello My nerves knew you dear boy | Z |
| Have you come to unhinge my shadow | P |
| Last night I slept in the pits of a tongue | A2 |
| The silver fish ran in and out of my special bindings | Y |
| I grew tired of the ritual of names and the assistant keeper of the | B2 |
| mollusks | Y |
| Up over a viaduct I came to the snakes and sticks of another winter | C |
| A two legged dog hunting a new horizon of howls | Y |
| The wind sharpened itself on a rock | C2 |
| A voice sang | D2 |
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| Pleasure on ground | S |
| Has no sound | S |
| Easily maddens | Y |
| The uneasy man | E2 |
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| Who careless slips | Y |
| In coiling ooze | Y |
| Is trapped to the lips | Y |
| Leaves more than shoes | Y |
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| Must pull off clothes | Y |
| To jerk like a frog | F2 |
| On belly and nose | Y |
| From the sucking bog | F2 |
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| My meat eats me Who waits at the gate | G2 |
| Mother of quartz your words writhe into my ear | U |
| Renew the light lewd whisper | C |
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| The wasp waits | Y |
| The edge cannot eat the center | C |
| The grape glistens | Y |
| The path tells little to the serpent | H2 |
| An eye comes out of the wave | I2 |
| The journey from flesh is longest | J2 |
| A rose sways least | K2 |
| The redeemer comes a dark way | L2 |
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| Morning fair follow me further back | M2 |
| Into that minnowy world of weeds and ditches | Y |
| When the herons floated high over the white houses | Y |
| And the little crabs slipped into silvery craters | Y |
| When the sun for me glinted the sides of a sand grain | N2 |
| And my intent stretched over the buds at their first trembling | O2 |
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| That air and shine and the flicker s loud summer call | P2 |
| The bearded boards in the stream and the all of apples | Y |
| The glad hen on the hill and the trellis humming | O2 |
| Death was not I lived in a simple drowse | Y |
| Hands and hair moved through a dream of wakening blossoms | Y |
| Rain sweetened the cave and the dove still called | Q2 |
| The flowers leaned on themselves the flowers in hollows | Y |
| And love love sang toward | R2 |
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| To have the whole air | V |
| The light the full sun | N |
| Coming down on the flowerheads | Y |
| The tendrils turning slowly | J |
| A slow snail lifting liquescent | R2 |
| To be by the rose | Y |
| Rising slowly out of its bed | R2 |
| Still as a child in its first loneliness | Y |
| To see cyclamen veins become clearer in early sunlight | R2 |
| And mist lifting out of the brown cat tails | Y |
| To stare into the after light the glitter left on the lake s surface | Y |
| When the sun has fallen behind a wooded island | R2 |
| To follow the drops sliding from a lifted oar | S2 |
| Held up while the rower breathes and the small boat drifts quietly shoreward | R2 |
| To know that light falls and fills often without our knowing | O2 |
| As an opaque vase fills to the brim from a quick pouring | O2 |
| Fills and trembles at the edge yet does not flow over | C |
| Still holding and feeding the stem of the contained flower | C |
Theodore Roethke
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