March Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEFGHI A JKLMNJOP JKQRSTUSFVJ A UWHXYZA2B2 YHC2VD2E2HKF2 G2H2NAUI2J2K2UXVH HL2M2UC2UN2FN2 K HUUN2O2UUP2N2UUN2UN2 UN2N2K U UHHN2Q2J HR2N2N2OSHN2N2 NUK UUU N2UU N2N2UHE2 E2S2 S2N2U BUU| I | A |
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| Winter is long in this climate | B |
| and spring a matter of a few days | C |
| only a flower or two picked | D |
| from mud or from among wet leaves | E |
| or at best against treacherous | F |
| bitterness of wind and sky shining | G |
| teasingly then closing in black | H |
| and sudden with fierce jaws | I |
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| II | A |
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| March | J |
| you reminded me of | K |
| the pyramids our pyramids | L |
| stript of the polished stone | M |
| that used to guard them | N |
| March | J |
| you are like Fra Angelico | O |
| at Fiesole painting on plaster | P |
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| March | J |
| you are like a band of | K |
| young poets that have not learned | Q |
| the blessedness of warmth | R |
| or have forgotten it | S |
| At any rate | T |
| I am moved to write poetry | U |
| for the warmth there is in it | S |
| and for the loneliness | F |
| a poem that shall have you | V |
| in it March | J |
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| III | A |
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| See | U |
| Ashur ban i pal | W |
| the archer king on horse back | H |
| in blue and yellow enamel | X |
| with drawn bow facing lions | Y |
| standing on their hind legs | Z |
| fangs bared his shafts | A2 |
| bristling in their necks | B2 |
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| Sacred bulls dragons | Y |
| in embossed brickwork | H |
| marching in four tiers | C2 |
| along the sacred way to | V |
| Nebuchadnezzar's throne hall | D2 |
| They shine in the sun | E2 |
| they that have been marching | H |
| marching under the dust of | K |
| ten thousand dirt years | F2 |
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| Now | G2 |
| they are coming into bloom again | H2 |
| See them | N |
| marching still bared by | A |
| the storms from my calender | U |
| winds that blow back the sand | I2 |
| winds that enfilade dirt | J2 |
| winds that by strange craft | K2 |
| have whipt up a black army | U |
| that by pick and shovel | X |
| bare a procession to | V |
| the god Marduk | H |
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| Natives cursing and digging | H |
| for pay unearth dragons with | L2 |
| upright tails and sacred bulls | M2 |
| alternately | U |
| in four tiers | C2 |
| lining the way to an old altar | U |
| Natives digging at old walls | N2 |
| digging me warmth digging me sweet loneliness | F |
| high enamelled walls | N2 |
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| IV | K |
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| My second spring | H |
| passed in a monastery | U |
| with plaster walls in Fiesole | U |
| on the hill above 'Florence | N2 |
| My second spring painted | O2 |
| a virgin in a blue aureole | U |
| sitting on a three legged stool | U |
| arms crossed | P2 |
| she is intently serious | N2 |
| and still | U |
| watching an angel | U |
| with colored wings | N2 |
| half kneeling before her | U |
| and smiling the angel's eyes | N2 |
| holding the eyes of Mary | U |
| as a snake's hold a bird's | N2 |
| On the ground there are flowers | N2 |
| trees are in leaf | K |
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| V | U |
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| But now for the battle | U |
| Now for murder now for the real thing | H |
| My third springtime is approaching | H |
| Winds | N2 |
| lean serious as a virgin | Q2 |
| seeking seeking the flowers of March | J |
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| Seeking | H |
| flowers nowhere to be found | R2 |
| they twine among the bare branches | N2 |
| in insatiable eagerness | N2 |
| they whirl up the snow | O |
| seeking under it | S |
| they the winds snakelike | H |
| roar among yellow reeds | N2 |
| seeking flowers flowers | N2 |
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| I spring among them | N |
| seeking one flower | U |
| in which to warm myself | K |
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| I deride with all the ridicule | U |
| of misery | U |
| my own starved misery | U |
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| Counter cutting winds | N2 |
| strike against me | U |
| refreshing their fury | U |
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| Come good cold fellows | N2 |
| Have we no flowers | N2 |
| Defy then with even more | U |
| desperation than ever being | H |
| lean and frozen | E2 |
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| But though you are lean and frozen | E2 |
| think of the blue bulls of Babylon | S2 |
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| Fling yourselves upon | S2 |
| their empty roses | N2 |
| cut savagely | U |
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| But | B |
| think of the painted monastery | U |
| at Fiesole | U |
William Carlos Williams
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