Easter Morning Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEF GHIJKLEMNO PQRSTUVWXY ZA2DB2NC2RD2E2 AF2G2H2DKVI2G2J2AK2Z L2FM2N2A O2P2G2DQ2R2S2T2U2F2V 2W2 U2X2HY2Z2SF2A3B3C3U2 C3F2C3FC3SF2C3DU2U2D 3C3KF2E3C3TF2F2DSF3U 2U2ZK2V2| I have a life that did not become | A |
| that turned aside and stopped | B |
| astonished | C |
| I hold it in me like a pregnancy or | D |
| as on my lap a child | E |
| not to grow old but dwell on | F |
| - | |
| it is to his grave I most | G |
| frequently return and return | H |
| to ask what is wrong what was | I |
| wrong to see it all by | J |
| the light of a different necessity | K |
| but the grave will not heal | L |
| and the child | E |
| stirring must share my grave | M |
| with me an old man having | N |
| gotten by on what was left | O |
| - | |
| when I go back to my home country in these | P |
| fresh far away days its convenient to visit | Q |
| everybody aunts and uncles those who used to say | R |
| look how hes shooting up and the | S |
| trinket aunts who always had a little | T |
| something in their pocketbooks cinnamon bark | U |
| or a penny or nickel and uncles who | V |
| were the rumored fathers of cousins | W |
| who whispered of them as of great if | X |
| troubled presences and school | Y |
| - | |
| teachers just about everybody older | Z |
| and some younger collected in one place | A2 |
| waiting particularly but not for | D |
| me mother and father there too and others | B2 |
| close close as burrowing | N |
| under skin all in the graveyard | C2 |
| assembled done for the world they | R |
| used to wield have trouble and joy | D2 |
| in gone | E2 |
| - | |
| the child in me that could not become | A |
| was not ready for others to go | F2 |
| to go on into change blessings and | G2 |
| horrors but stands there by the road | H2 |
| where the mishap occurred crying out for | D |
| help come and fix this or we | K |
| cant get by but the great ones who | V |
| were to return they could not or did | I2 |
| not hear and went on in a flurry and | G2 |
| now I say in the graveyard here | J2 |
| lies the flurry now it cant come | A |
| back with help or helpful asides now | K2 |
| we all buy the bitter | Z |
| incompletions pick up the knots of | L2 |
| horror silently raving and go on | F |
| crashing into empty ends not | M2 |
| completions not rondures the fullness | N2 |
| has come into and spent itself from | A |
| - | |
| I stand on the stump | O2 |
| of a child whether myself | P2 |
| or my little brother who died and | G2 |
| yell as far as I can I cannot leave this place for | D |
| for me it is the dearest and the worst | Q2 |
| it is life nearest to life which is | R2 |
| life lost it is my place where | S2 |
| I must stand and fail | T2 |
| calling attention with tears | U2 |
| to the branches not lofting | F2 |
| boughs into space to the barren | V2 |
| air that holds the world that was my world | W2 |
| - | |
| though the incompletions | U2 |
| completions burn out | X2 |
| standing in the flash high burn | H |
| momentary structure of ash still it | Y2 |
| is a picture book letter perfect | Z2 |
| Easter morning I have been for a | S |
| walk the wind is tranquil the brook | F2 |
| works without flashing in an abundant | A3 |
| tranquility the birds are lively with | B3 |
| voice I saw something I had | C3 |
| never seen before two great birds | U2 |
| maybe eagles blackwinged whitenecked | C3 |
| and headed came from the south oaring | F2 |
| the great wings steadily they went | C3 |
| directly over me high up and kept on | F |
| due north but then one bird | C3 |
| the one behind veered a little to the | S |
| left and the other bird kept on seeming | F2 |
| not to notice for a minute the first | C3 |
| began to circle as if looking for | D |
| something coasting resting its wings | U2 |
| on the down side of some of the circles | U2 |
| the other bird came back and they both | D3 |
| circled looking perhaps for a draft | C3 |
| they turned a few more times possibly | K |
| risingat least clearly resting | F2 |
| then flew on falling into distance till | E3 |
| they broke across the local bush and | C3 |
| trees it was a sight of bountiful | T |
| majesty and integrity the having | F2 |
| patterns and routes breaking | F2 |
| from them to explore other patterns or | D |
| better ways to routes and then the | S |
| return a dance sacred as the sap in | F3 |
| the trees permanent in its descriptions | U2 |
| as the ripples round the brooks | U2 |
| ripplestone fresh as this particular | Z |
| flood of burn breaking across us now | K2 |
| from the sun | V2 |
A. R. Ammons
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