Tomes Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFG HBIJKLMNOPQRSTU VPWXRPYZA2B2 TC2D2PC2PPE2BPM| There is a section in my library for death | A |
| and another for Irish history | B |
| a few shelves for the poetry of China and Japan | C |
| and in the center a row of imperturbable reference books | D |
| the ones you can turn to anytime | E |
| when the night is going wrong | F |
| or when the day is full of empty promise | G |
| - | |
| I have nothing against | H |
| the thin monograph the odd query | B |
| a note on the identity of Chekhov's dentist | I |
| but what I prefer on days like these | J |
| is to get up from the couch | K |
| pull down The History of the World | L |
| and hold in my hands a book | M |
| containing nearly everything | N |
| and weighing no more than a sack of potatoes | O |
| eleven pounds I discovered one day when I placed it | P |
| on the black iron scale | Q |
| my mother used to keep in her kitchen | R |
| the device on which she would place | S |
| a certain amount of flour | T |
| a certain amount of fish | U |
| - | |
| Open flat on my lap | V |
| under a halo of lamplight | P |
| a book like this always has a way | W |
| of soothing the nerves | X |
| quieting the riotous surf of information | R |
| that foams around my waist | P |
| even though it never mentions | Y |
| the silent labors of the poor | Z |
| the daydreams of grocers and tailors | A2 |
| or the faces of men and women alone in single rooms | B2 |
| - | |
| even though it never mentions my mother | T |
| now that I think of her again | C2 |
| who only last year rolled off the edge of the earth | D2 |
| in her electric bed | P |
| in her smooth pink nightgown | C2 |
| the bones of her fingers interlocked | P |
| her sunken eyes staring upward | P |
| beyond all knowledge | E2 |
| beyond the tiny figures of history | B |
| some in uniform some not | P |
| marching onto the pages of this incredibly heavy book | M |
Billy Collins
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