Tomes Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFG HBIJKLMNOPQRSTU VPWXRPYZA2B2 TC2D2PC2PPE2BPMThere 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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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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