Analysis of Palace



In deepest dream towards Rosemonde's palace
My barefoot brain inclined for the evening
Like a naked king the walls are waking
Beaten flesh and fresh-cut roses

You can see my thoughts immersed in roses
Smiling at the concert of the toads
They are in the mood for cypress bedposts
The sun is a broken mirror of the rose

What badly wounded bowman opened
Stigmata of palms on the windowpane
At the white lamb's love-feast I have tasted
Resins that bitter the Cyprian wine

On the jagged lap of the lascivious king
In the May-time of her age and finest frock
Mysterious Madame Rosemonde rolls
Her little round eyes like a Hun

Lady of my thoughts your pearly asshole
Is unrivalled by anything Oriental
For whom are you waiting
Deepest dreams en route to the Orient
Are my loveliest neighbors

Knock knock Come into the forecourt night is coming
In shadow the night-light is toasted tinsel
Hang your heads by the hair on the hat-rack
The evening sky is aglimmer with pins

We entered the dining room our noses
Caught a whiff of grease and mucus
Of twenty soup bowls three were urine
The king ate two poached eggs in bouillon

And then the scullions brought in the meat dishes
A standing roast of thoughts deceased in my brain
My lovely still-born dreams in slices still bloody
And gamy little meatballs of memory

Dead for millennia now these thoughts
Had a flavorless taste of frozen mammoth
Bones or visionaries danced out of ossuaries
The dance of death in the folds of my brain

And all those meats pronounced revelations
                         But Holy Christ!
                         A famished belly has no hearing
The guests continued their best mastications

Ah Holy Christ! cried out the rib-eyes
The huge pâtes the marrow and hot-pots
Tongues of fire o where is the pentecost
Of my thoughts for all places nations and times


Scheme ABBC CXAX XDXX BXXE XFBXX BFXX CAEE XDGG XXAD XXBA XXXX
Poetic Form Tetractys  (20%)
Metre 010101110 111011010 1010101110 10101110 1111101010 101010101 110011101 01101010101 110101010 010111010 1011111110 1011001001 10111001001 00111010101 01001011 01011101 1011111010 11110010 111110 101111010 11110 11101011110 0101111010 1111011011 01011111 11001011010 10111010 110111010 011111010 0101100110 01011101011 110111010110 011011100 110100111 1010111010 1110001111 0111001111 011101010 1101 010101110 01010111 110111011 0111010011 1110111010 11111101001
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 1,788
Words 316
Sentences 3
Stanzas 11
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4, 4, 5, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4
Lines Amount 45
Letters per line (avg) 32
Words per line (avg) 7
Letters per stanza (avg) 132
Words per stanza (avg) 29
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Submitted on May 13, 2011

Modified on April 22, 2023

1:35 min read
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Guillaume Apollinaire

Guillaume Apollinaire was an Italian-born French poet, playwright, short story writer, novelist, and art critic born in Rome, in Italy, to a Polish mother. more…

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