On A View Of Pasadena From The Hills Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHH HHHHIIJJKK LLMMNNO OPPQQRRSSHHTTUU VWHHXXYYZZHHCCA2A2 CCB2B2C2C2DD D2D2HHVWE2D2JJC2C2From the high terrace porch I watch the dawn | A |
No light appears though dark has mostly gone | A |
Sunk from the cold and monstrous stone The hills | B |
Lie naked but not light The darkness spills | B |
Down the remoter gulleys pooled will stay | C |
Too low to melt not yet alive with day | C |
Below the windows the lawn matted deep | D |
Under its close cropped tips with dewy sleep | D |
Gives off a faint hush all its plushy swarm | E |
Alive with coolness reaching to be warm | E |
Gray windows at my back the massy frame | F |
Dull with the blackness that has not a name | F |
But down below the garden is still young | G |
Of five years growth perhaps and terrace hung | G |
Drop by slow drop of seeping concrete walls | H |
Such are the bastions of our pastorals | H |
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Here are no palms They once lined country ways | H |
Where old white houses glared down dusty days | H |
With small round towers blunt headed through small trees | H |
Those towers are now the hiving place of bees | H |
The palms were coarse their leaves hung thick with dust | I |
The roads were muffled deep But now deep rust | I |
Has fastened on the wheels that labored then | J |
Peace to all such and to all sleeping men | J |
I lived my childhood there a passive dream | K |
In the expanse of that recessive scheme | K |
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Slow air slow fire O deep delay of Time | L |
That summer crater smoked like slaking lime | L |
The hills so dry so dense the underbrush | M |
That where I pushed my way the giant hush | M |
Was changed to soft explosion as the sage | N |
Broke down to powdered ash the sift of age | N |
And fell along my path a shadowy rift | O |
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On these rocks now no burning ashes drift | O |
Mowed lawn has crept along the granite bench | P |
The yellow blossoms of acacia drench | P |
The dawn with pollen and with waxen green | Q |
The long leaves of the eucalypti screen | Q |
The closer hills from view lithe tall and fine | R |
And nobly clad with youth they bend and shine | R |
The small dark pool jutting with living rock | S |
Trembles at every atmospheric shock | S |
Blurred to its depth with the cold living ooze | H |
From cloudy caves heavy with summer dews | H |
The shyest and most tremulous beings stir | T |
The pulsing of their fins a lucent blur | T |
That like illusion glances off the view | U |
The pulsing mouths like metronomes are true | U |
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This is my father s house no homestead here | V |
That I shall live in but a shining sphere | W |
Of glass and glassy moments frail surprise | H |
My father s phantasy of Paradise | H |
Which melts upon his death which he attained | X |
With loss of heart for every step he gained | X |
Too firmly gentle to displace the great | Y |
He crystallized this vision somewhat late | Y |
Forbidden now to climb the garden stair | Z |
He views the terrace from a window chair | Z |
His friends hard shaken by some twenty years | H |
Tremble with palsy and with senile fears | H |
In their late middle age gone cold and gray | C |
Fine men now broken That the vision stay | C |
They spend astutely their depleted breath | A2 |
With tired ironic faces wait for death | A2 |
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Below the garden the hills fold away | C |
Deep in the valley a mist fine as spray | C |
Ready to shatter into spinning light | B2 |
Conceals the city at the edge of night | B2 |
The city on the tremendous valley floor | C2 |
Draws its dream deeper for an instant more | C2 |
Superb on solid loam and breathing deep | D |
Poised for a moment at the edge of sleep | D |
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Cement roads mark the hills wide bending free | D2 |
Of cliff and headland Dropping toward the sea | D2 |
Through suburb after suburb vast ravines | H |
Swell to the summer drone of fine machines | H |
The driver melting down the distance here | V |
May cast in flight the faint hoof of a deer | W |
Or pass the faint head set perplexedly | E2 |
And man made stone outgrows the living tree | D2 |
And at its rising air is shaken men | J |
Are shattered and the tremor swells again | J |
Extending to the naked salty shore | C2 |
Rank with the sea which crumbles evermore | C2 |
Yvor Winters
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