Peter Quince At The Clavier Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEFD GHI JKL MNI A JOPQEQRS TUQQDQ QVQWQV XYZA2Q A QQ RR II B2B2 QQ C2D2D2 QVVVVD2D2 QVVQSQ| I | A |
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| Just as my fingers on these keys | B |
| Make music so the self same sounds | C |
| On my spirit make a music too | D |
| Music is feeling then not sound | E |
| And thus it is that what I feel | F |
| Here in this room desiring you | D |
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| Thinking of your blue shadowed silk | G |
| Is music It is like the strain | H |
| Waked in the elders by Susanna | I |
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| Of a green evening clear and warm | J |
| She bathed in her still garden while | K |
| The red eyed elders watching felt | L |
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| The basses of their beings throb | M |
| In witching chords and their thin blood | N |
| Pulse pizzicati of Hosanna | I |
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| II | A |
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| In the green water clear and warm | J |
| Susanna lay | O |
| She searched | P |
| The touch of springs | Q |
| And found | E |
| Concealed imaginings | Q |
| She sighed | R |
| For so much melody | S |
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| Upon the bank she stood | T |
| In the cool | U |
| Of spent emotions | Q |
| She felt among the leaves | Q |
| The dew | D |
| Of old devotions | Q |
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| She walked upon the grass | Q |
| Still quavering | V |
| The winds were like her maids | Q |
| On timid feet | W |
| Fetching her woven scarves | Q |
| Yet wavering | V |
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| A breath upon her hand | X |
| Muted the night | Y |
| She turned | Z |
| A cymbal crashed | A2 |
| Amid roaring horns | Q |
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| III | A |
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| Soon with a noise like tambourines | Q |
| Came her attendant Byzantines | Q |
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| They wondered why Susanna cried | R |
| Against the elders by her side | R |
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| And as they whispered the refrain | I |
| Was like a willow swept by rain | I |
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| Anon their lamps' uplifted flame | B2 |
| Revealed Susanna and her shame | B2 |
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| And then the simpering Byzantines | Q |
| Fled with a noise like tambourines | Q |
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| IV | - |
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| Beauty is momentary in the mind | C2 |
| The fitful tracing of a portal | D2 |
| But in the flesh it is immortal | D2 |
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| The body dies the body's beauty lives | Q |
| So evenings die in their green going | V |
| A wave interminably flowing | V |
| So gardens die their meek breath scenting | V |
| The cowl of winter done repenting | V |
| So maidens die to the auroral | D2 |
| Celebration of a maiden's choral | D2 |
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| Susanna's music touched the bawdy strings | Q |
| Of those white elders but escaping | V |
| Left only Death's ironic scraping | V |
| Now in its immortality it plays | Q |
| On the clear viol of her memory | S |
| And makes a constant sacrament of praise | Q |
Wallace Stevens
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