A Letter Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B C D A E F F G H G E G E I J K L K M K N E E O I I I I I P Q E C E C E C L R E S E I E E C C| Lying in bed this morning just a year | A |
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| Since our first days I was trying to assess | B |
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| Against my natural caution by desire | C |
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| And how the fact outdid it my happiness | D |
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| And finding the awkwardness of keeping clear | A |
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| Numberless flamingo thoughts and memories | E |
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| My dear and dearest husband in this kind | F |
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| Of rambling letter I'll disburse my mind | F |
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| Technical problems have always given me trouble | G |
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| A child stiff at the fiddle my ear had praise | H |
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| And my intention only so as was natural | G |
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| Coming to verse I hid my lack of ease | E |
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| By writing only as I thought myself able | G |
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| Escaped the crash of the bold by salt originalities | E |
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| This is one reason for writing far from one's heart | I |
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| A better is that one fears it may be hurt | J |
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| By an inadequate style one fears to cheapen | K |
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| Glory and that it may be blurred if seen | L |
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| Through the eye's used centre not the new margin | K |
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| It is the hardest thing with love to burn | M |
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| And write it down for what was the real passion | K |
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| Left to its own words will seem trivial and thin | N |
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| We can in making love look face to face | E |
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| In poetry crooked and with no embrace | E |
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| Tolstoy's hero found in his newborn child | O |
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| Only another aching vulnerable part | I |
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| And it is true our first joy hundredfold | I |
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| Increased our dangers pricking in every street | I |
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| In accidents and wars yet this is healed | I |
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| Not by reason but with an endurance of delight | I |
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| Since our marriage which once thoroughly known | P |
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| Is known for good though in time it were gone | Q |
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| You hopeful baby with the erring toes | E |
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| Grew it seems to me to a natural pleasure | C |
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| In the elegant strict machine from the abstruse | E |
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| Science of printing to the rich red and azure | C |
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| It plays on hoardings rusty industrial noise | E |
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| All these could add to your inherited treasure | C |
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| A poise which many wish for writing the machine | L |
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| Poems of laboured praise but few attain | R |
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| And loitered up your childhood to my arms | E |
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| I would hold you there for ever and know | S |
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| Certainly now that though the vacuum looms | E |
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| Quotidian dullness in these beams don't die | I |
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| They're wrong who say that happiness never comes | E |
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| On earth that was spread here its crystal sea | E |
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| And since you loiterer did compose this wonder | C |
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| Be with me still and may God hold his thunder | C |
Anne Barbara Ridler
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