Delicatessen Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDED FGFG HIHI EJEJ KLKL DMDM ENEN FOFO PEPE QEQE RSRS ETET UVUV EWEW XEXE YEYE FZFZ A2EA2E EB2EB2 C2EC2E D2EE2E F2FG2F| Why is that wanton gossip Fame | A |
| So dumb about this man's affairs | B |
| Why do we titter at his name | A |
| Who come to buy his curious wares | B |
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| Here is a shop of wonderment | C |
| From every land has come a prize | D |
| Rich spices from the Orient | E |
| And fruit that knew Italian skies | D |
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| And figs that ripened by the sea | F |
| In Smyrna nuts from hot Brazil | G |
| Strange pungent meats from Germany | F |
| And currants from a Grecian hill | G |
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| He is the lord of goodly things | H |
| That make the poor man's table gay | I |
| Yet of his worth no minstrel sings | H |
| And on his tomb there is no bay | I |
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| Perhaps he lives and dies unpraised | E |
| This trafficker in humble sweets | J |
| Because his little shops are raised | E |
| By thousands in the city streets | J |
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| Yet stars in greater numbers shine | K |
| And violets in millions grow | L |
| And they in many a golden line | K |
| Are sung as every child must know | L |
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| Perhaps Fame thinks his worried eyes | D |
| His wrinkled shrewd pathetic face | M |
| His shop and all he sells and buys | D |
| Are desperately commonplace | M |
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| Well it is true he has no sword | E |
| To dangle at his booted knees | N |
| He leans across a slab of board | E |
| And draws his knife and slices cheese | N |
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| He never heard of chivalry | F |
| He longs for no heroic times | O |
| He thinks of pickles olives tea | F |
| And dollars nickles cents and dimes | O |
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| His world has narrow walls it seems | P |
| By counters is his soul confined | E |
| His wares are all his hopes and dreams | P |
| They are the fabric of his mind | E |
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| Yet in a room above the store | Q |
| There is a woman and a child | E |
| Pattered just now across the floor | Q |
| The shopman looked at him and smiled | E |
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| For once he thrilled with high romance | R |
| And tuned to love his eager voice | S |
| Like any cavalier of France | R |
| He wooed the maiden of his choice | S |
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| And now deep in his weary heart | E |
| Are sacred flames that whitely burn | T |
| He has of Heaven's grace a part | E |
| Who loves who is beloved in turn | T |
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| And when the long day's work is done | U |
| How slow the leaden minutes ran | V |
| Home with his wife and little son | U |
| He is no huckster but a man | V |
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| And there are those who grasp his hand | E |
| Who drink with him and wish him well | W |
| O in no drear and lonely land | E |
| Shall he who honors friendship dwell | W |
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| And in his little shop who knows | X |
| What bitter games of war are played | E |
| Why daily on each corner grows | X |
| A foe to rob him of his trade | E |
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| He fights and for his fireside's sake | Y |
| He fights for clothing and for bread | E |
| The lances of his foemen make | Y |
| A steely halo round his head | E |
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| He decks his window artfully | F |
| He haggles over paltry sums | Z |
| In this strange field his war must be | F |
| And by such blows his triumph comes | Z |
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| What if no trumpet sounds to call | A2 |
| His armed legions to his side | E |
| What if to no ancestral hall | A2 |
| He comes in all a victor's pride | E |
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| The scene shall never fit the deed | E |
| Grotesquely wonders come to pass | B2 |
| The fool shall mount an Arab steed | E |
| And Jesus ride upon an ass | B2 |
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| This man has home and child and wife | C2 |
| And battle set for every day | E |
| This man has God and love and life | C2 |
| These stand all else shall pass away | E |
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| O Carpenter of Nazareth | D2 |
| Whose mother was a village maid | E |
| Shall we Thy children blow our breath | E2 |
| In scorn on any humble trade | E |
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| Have pity on our foolishness | F2 |
| And give us eyes that we may see | F |
| Beneath the shopman's clumsy dress | G2 |
| The splendor of humanity | F |
Alfred Joyce Kilmer (joyce)
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