Shoveling Snow With Buddha Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEC FG HICJ KLMNODBP QBPRS PTKSUP VSTWXY ZA2 B2C2D2E2 F2C2G2PIn the usual iconography of the temple or the local Wok | A |
you would never see him doing such a thing | B |
tossing the dry snow over a mountain | C |
of his bare round shoulder | D |
his hair tied in a knot | E |
a model of concentration | C |
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Sitting is more his speed if that is the word | F |
for what he does or does not do | G |
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Even the season is wrong for him | H |
In all his manifestations is it not warm or slightly humid | I |
Is this not implied by his serene expression | C |
that smile so wide it wraps itself around the waist of the universe | J |
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But here we are working our way down the driveway | K |
one shovelful at a time | L |
We toss the light powder into the clear air | M |
We feel the cold mist on our faces | N |
And with every heave we disappear | O |
and become lost to each other | D |
in these sudden clouds of our own making | B |
these fountain bursts of snow | P |
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This is so much better than a sermon in church | Q |
I say out loud but Buddha keeps on shoveling | B |
This is the true religion the religion of snow | P |
and sunlight and winter geese barking in the sky | R |
I say but he is too busy to hear me | S |
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He has thrown himself into shoveling snow | P |
as if it were the purpose of existence | T |
as if the sign of a perfect life were a clear driveway | K |
you could back the car down easily | S |
and drive off into the vanities of the world | U |
with a broken heater fan and a song on the radio | P |
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All morning long we work side by side | V |
me with my commentary | S |
and he inside his generous pocket of silence | T |
until the hour is nearly noon | W |
and the snow is piled high all around us | X |
then I hear him speak | Y |
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After this he asks | Z |
can we go inside and play cards | A2 |
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Certainly I reply and I will heat some milk | B2 |
and bring cups of hot chocolate to the table | C2 |
while you shuffle the deck | D2 |
and our boots stand dripping by the door | E2 |
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Aaah says the Buddha lifting his eyes | F2 |
and leaning for a moment on his shovel | C2 |
before he drives the thin blade again | G2 |
deep into the glittering white snow | P |
Billy Collins
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