Number 3 On The Docket Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDCEFGCHFIDJKCLCD MDKANNOCPQKARCCCNRSM KTRRDKMCRACRRUVRBWEN XCYCCZRA2CRCNBRRCB2K C2CCCD2E2RKF2NHRG2MN NCNMMRNNRRH2RCI2CKCJ 2DK2L2M2CKCKKKKBNN2D CNKHNCRCCRKKRO2RNUCK NDKKRKTNRRCRMKP2CTRK DKTNNDKNRNDKCCUKCNKC NQ2CCKCRKCP2CCKRCCHK NKDCCCNKKZRDCDMCNNKC DCKKKR| The lawyer are you | A |
| Well I ain't got nothin' to say | B |
| Nothin' | C |
| I told the perlice I hadn't nothin' | C |
| They know'd real well 'twas me | D |
| Ther warn't no supposin' | C |
| Ketchin' me in the woods as they did | E |
| An' me in my house dress | F |
| Folks don't walk miles an' miles | G |
| In the drifted snow | C |
| With no hat nor wrap on 'em | H |
| Ef everythin's all right I guess | F |
| All right Ha Ha Ha | I |
| Nothin' warn't right with me | D |
| Never was | J |
| Oh Lord Why did I do it | K |
| Why ain't it yesterday and Ed here agin | C |
| Many's the time I've set up with him nights | L |
| When he had cramps or rheumatizm or somethin' | C |
| I used ter nurse him same's ef he was a baby | D |
| I wouldn't hurt him I love him | M |
| Don't you dare to say I killed him 'Twarn't me | D |
| Somethin' got aholt o' me I couldn't help it | K |
| Oh what shall I do What shall I do | A |
| Yes Sir | N |
| No Sir | N |
| I beg your pardon I I | O |
| Oh I'm a wicked woman | C |
| An' I'm desolate desolate | P |
| Why warn't I struck dead or paralyzed | Q |
| Afore my hands done it | K |
| Oh my God what shall I do | A |
| No Sir ther ain't no extenuatin' circumstances | R |
| An' I don't want none | C |
| I want a bolt o' lightnin' | C |
| To strike me dead right now | C |
| Oh I'll tell yer | N |
| But it won't make no diff'rence | R |
| Nothin' will | S |
| Yes I killed him | M |
| Why do yer make me say it | K |
| It's cruel Cruel | T |
| I killed him because o' th' silence | R |
| The long long silence | R |
| That watched all around me | D |
| And he wouldn't break it | K |
| I tried to make him | M |
| Time an' agin | C |
| But he was terrible taciturn Ed was | R |
| He never spoke 'cept when he had to | A |
| An' then he'd only say yes and no | C |
| You can't even guess what that silence was | R |
| I'd hear it whisperin' in my ears | R |
| An' I got frightened 'twas so thick | U |
| An' al'ays comin' back | V |
| Ef Ed would ha' talked sometimes | R |
| It would ha' driven it away | B |
| But he never would | W |
| He didn't hear it same as I did | E |
| You see Sir | N |
| Our farm was off'n the main road | X |
| And set away back under the mountain | C |
| And the village was seven mile off | Y |
| Measurin' after you'd got out o' our lane | C |
| We didn't have no hired man | C |
| 'Cept in hayin' time | Z |
| An' Dane's place | R |
| That was the nearest | A2 |
| Was clear way 'tother side the mountain | C |
| They used Marley post office | R |
| An' ours was Benton | C |
| Ther was a cart track took yer to Dane's in Summer | N |
| An' it warn't above two mile that way | B |
| But it warn't never broke out Winters | R |
| I used to dread the Winters | R |
| Seem's ef I couldn't abear to see the golden rod bloomin' | C |
| Winter'd come so quick after that | B2 |
| You don't know what snow's like when yer with it | K |
| Day in an' day out | C2 |
| Ed would be out all day loggin' | C |
| An' I set at home and look at the snow | C |
| Layin' over everythin' | C |
| It 'ud dazzle me blind | D2 |
| Till it warn't white any more but black as ink | E2 |
| Then the quiet 'ud commence rushin' past my ears | R |
| Till I most went mad listenin' to it | K |
| Many's the time I've dropped a pan on the floor | F2 |
| Jest to hear it clatter | N |
| I was most frantic when dinner time come | H |
| An' Ed was back from the woods | R |
| I'd ha' give my soul to hear him speak | G2 |
| But he'd never say a word till I asked him | M |
| Did he like the raised biscuits or whatever | N |
| An' then sometimes he'd jest nod his answer | N |
| Then he'd go out agin | C |
| An' I'd watch him from the kitchin winder | N |
| It seemed the woods come marchin' out to meet him | M |
| An' the trees 'ud press round him an' hustle him | M |
| I got so I was scared o' th' trees | R |
| I thought they come nearer | N |
| Every day a little nearer | N |
| Closin' up round the house | R |
| I never went in t' th' woods Winters | R |
| Though in Summer I liked 'em well enough | H2 |
| It warn't so bad when my little boy was with us | R |
| He used to go sleddin' and skatin' | C |
| An' every day his father fetched him to school in the pung | I2 |
| An' brought him back agin | C |
| We scraped an' scraped fer Neddy | K |
| We wanted him to have a education | C |
| We sent him to High School | J2 |
| An' then he went up to Boston to Technology | D |
| He was a minin' engineer | K2 |
| An' doin' real well | L2 |
| A credit to his bringin' up | M2 |
| But his very first position ther was an explosion in the mine | C |
| And I'm glad I'm glad | K |
| He ain't here to see me now | C |
| Neddy Neddy | K |
| I'm your mother still Neddy | K |
| Don't turn from me like that | K |
| I can't abear it I can't I can't | K |
| What did you say | B |
| Oh yes Sir | N |
| I'm here | N2 |
| I'm very sorry | D |
| I don't know what I'm sayin' | C |
| No Sir | N |
| Not till after Neddy died | K |
| 'Twas the next Winter the silence come | H |
| I don't remember noticin' it afore | N |
| That was five year ago | C |
| An' it's been gittin' worse an' worse | R |
| I asked Ed to put in a telephone | C |
| I thought ef I felt the whisperin' comin' on | C |
| I could ring up some o' th' folks | R |
| But Ed wouldn't hear of it | K |
| He said we'd paid so much for Neddy | K |
| We couldn't hardly git along as 'twas | R |
| An' he never understood me wantin' to talk | O2 |
| Well this year was worse'n all the others | R |
| We had a terrible spell o' stormy weather | N |
| An' the snow lay so thick | U |
| You couldn't see the fences even | C |
| Out o' doors was as flat as the palm o' my hand | K |
| Ther warn't a hump or a holler | N |
| Fer as you could see | D |
| It was so quiet | K |
| The snappin' o' the branches back in the wood lot | K |
| Sounded like pistol shots | R |
| Ed was out all day | K |
| Same as usual | T |
| An' it seemed he talked less'n ever | N |
| He didn't even say 'Good mornin'' once or twice | R |
| An' jest nodded or shook his head when I asked him things | R |
| On Monday he said he'd got to go over to Benton | C |
| Fer some oats | R |
| I'd oughter ha' gone with him | M |
| But 'twas washin' day | K |
| An' I was afeared the fine weather'd break | P2 |
| An' I couldn't do my dryin' | C |
| All my life I'd done my work punctual | T |
| An' I couldn't fix my conscience | R |
| To go junketin' on a washin' day | K |
| I can't tell you what that day was to me | D |
| It dragged an' dragged | K |
| Fer ther warn't no Ed ter break it in the middle | T |
| Fer dinner | N |
| Every time I stopped stirrin' the water | N |
| I heerd the whisperin' all about me | D |
| I stopped oftener'n I should | K |
| To see ef 'twas still ther | N |
| An' it al'ays was | R |
| An' gittin' louder | N |
| It seemed ter me | D |
| Once I threw up the winder to feel the wind | K |
| That seemed most alive somehow | C |
| But the woods looked so kind of menacin' | C |
| I closed it quick | U |
| An' started to mangle's hard's I could | K |
| The squeakin' was comfortin' | C |
| Well Ed come home 'bout four | N |
| I seen him down the road | K |
| An' I run out through the shed inter th' barn | C |
| To meet him quicker | N |
| I hollered out 'Hullo ' | Q2 |
| But he didn't say nothin' | C |
| He jest drove right in | C |
| An' climbed out o' th' sleigh | K |
| An' commenced unharnessin' | C |
| I asked him a heap o' questions | R |
| Who he'd seed | K |
| An' what he'd done | C |
| Once in a while he'd nod or shake | P2 |
| But most o' th' time he didn't do nothin' | C |
| 'Twas gittin' dark then | C |
| An' I was in a state | K |
| With the loneliness | R |
| An' Ed payin' no attention | C |
| Like somethin' warn't livin' | C |
| All of a sudden it come | H |
| I don't know what | K |
| But I jest couldn't stand no more | N |
| It didn't seem 's though that was Ed | K |
| An' it didn't seem as though I was me | D |
| I had to break a way out somehow | C |
| Somethin' was closin' in | C |
| An' I was stiflin' | C |
| Ed's loggin' axe was ther | N |
| An' I took it | K |
| Oh my God | K |
| I can't see nothin' else afore me all the time | Z |
| I run out inter th' woods | R |
| Seemed as ef they was pullin' me | D |
| An' all the time I was wadin' through the snow | C |
| I seed Ed in front of me | D |
| Where I'd laid him | M |
| An' I see him now | C |
| There There | N |
| What you holdin' me fer | N |
| I want ter go to Ed | K |
| He's bleedin' | C |
| Stop holdin' me | D |
| I got to go | C |
| I'm comin' Ed | K |
| I'll be ther in a minit | K |
| Oh I'm so tired | K |
| Faints | R |
Amy Lowell
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