A Celebration Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCD EFG GHIJKKLKMNKE OPQRLKSTKUKQKVWXYL ZKPA2 KKKB2WC2C2KD2KE2 F2G2DDXKH2 I2SKKJ2XK2| A middle northern March now as always | A |
| gusts from the South broken against cold winds | B |
| but from under as if a slow hand lifted a tide | C |
| it moves not into April into a second March | D |
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| the old skin of wind clear scales dropping | E |
| upon the mold this is the shadow projects the tree | F |
| upward causing the sun to shine in his sphere | G |
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| So we will put on our pink felt hat new last year | G |
| newer this by virtue of brown eyes turning back | H |
| the seasons and let us walk to the orchid house | I |
| see the flowers will take the prize tomorrow | J |
| at the Palace | K |
| Stop here these are our oleanders | K |
| When they are in bloom | L |
| You would waste words | K |
| It is clearer to me than if the pink | M |
| were on the branch It would be a searching in | N |
| a colored cloud to reveal that which now huskless | K |
| shows the very reason for their being | E |
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| And these the orange trees in blossom no need | O |
| to tell with this weight of perfume in the air | P |
| If it were not so dark in this shed one could better | Q |
| see the white | R |
| It is that very perfume | L |
| has drawn the darkness down among the leaves | K |
| Do I speak clearly enough | S |
| It is this darkness reveals that which darkness alone | T |
| loosens and sets spinning on waxen wings | K |
| not the touch of a finger tip not the motion | U |
| of a sigh A too heavy sweetness proves | K |
| its own caretaker | Q |
| And here are the orchids | K |
| Never having seen | V |
| such gaiety I will read these flowers for you | W |
| This is an odd January died in Villon's time | X |
| Snow this is and this the stain of a violet | Y |
| grew in that place the spring that foresaw its own doom | L |
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| And this a certain July from Iceland | Z |
| a young woman of that place | K |
| breathed it toward the South It took root there | P |
| The color ran true but the plant is small | A2 |
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| This falling spray of snow flakes is | K |
| a handful of dead Februaries | K |
| prayed into flower by Rafael Arevalo Martinez | K |
| of Guatemala | B2 |
| Here's that old friend who | W |
| went by my side so many years this full fragile | C2 |
| head of veined lavender Oh that April | C2 |
| that we first went with our stiff lusts | K |
| leaving the city behind out to the green hill | D2 |
| May they said she was A hand for all of us | K |
| this branch of blue butterflies tied to this stem | E2 |
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| June is a yellow cup I'll not name August | F2 |
| the over heavy one And here are | G2 |
| russet and shiny all but March And March | D |
| Ah March | D |
| Flowers are a tiresome pastime | X |
| One has a wish to shake them from their pots | K |
| root and stem for the sun to gnaw | H2 |
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| Walk out again into the cold and saunter home | I2 |
| to the fire This day has blossomed long enough | S |
| I have wiped out the red night and lit a blaze | K |
| instead which will at least warm our hands | K |
| and stir up the talk | J2 |
| I think we have kept fair time | X |
| Time is a green orchard | K2 |
William Carlos Williams
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