Workshop Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCD EFGHIJKL MNOPQR ECESSRFFTU VGWTXY ZVA2B2XC2CXXVD2SVE2 E2F2C G2FXF2XXH2I2AFXJ2FFK 2VG2I might as well begin by saying how much I like the title | A |
It gets me right away because I'm in a workshop now | B |
so immediately the poem has my attention | C |
like the Ancient Mariner grabbing me by the sleeve | D |
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And I like the first couple of stanzas | E |
the way they establish this mode of self pointing | F |
that runs through the whole poem | G |
and tells us that words are food thrown down | H |
on the ground for other words to eat | I |
I can almost taste the tail of the snake | J |
in its own mouth | K |
if you know what I mean | L |
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But what I'm not sure about is the voice | M |
which sounds in places very casual very blue jeans | N |
but other times seems standoffish | O |
professorial in the worst sense of the word | P |
like the poem is blowing pipe smoke in my face | Q |
But maybe that's just what it wants to do | R |
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What I did find engaging were the middle stanzas | E |
especially the fourth one | C |
I like the image of clouds flying like lozenges | E |
which gives me a very clear picture | S |
And I really like how this drawbridge operator | S |
just appears out of the blue | R |
with his feet up on the iron railing | F |
and his fishing pole jigging I like jigging | F |
a hook in the slow industrial canal below | T |
I love slow industrial canal below All those l's | U |
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Maybe it's just me | V |
but the next stanza is where I start to have a problem | G |
I mean how can the evening bump into the stars | W |
And what's an obbligato of snow | T |
Also I roam the decaffeinated streets | X |
At that point I'm lost I need help | Y |
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The other thing that throws me off | Z |
and maybe this is just me | V |
is the way the scene keeps shifting around | A2 |
First we're in this big aerodrome | B2 |
and the speaker is inspecting a row of dirigibles | X |
which makes me think this could be a dream | C2 |
Then he takes us into his garden | C |
the part with the dahlias and the coiling hose | X |
though that's nice the coiling hose | X |
but then I'm not sure where we're supposed to be | V |
The rain and the mint green light | D2 |
that makes it feel outdoors but what about this wallpaper | S |
Or is it a kind of indoor cemetery | V |
There's something about death going on here | E2 |
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In fact I start to wonder if what we have here | E2 |
is really two poems or three or four | F2 |
or possibly none | C |
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But then there's that last stanza my favorite | G2 |
This is where the poem wins me back | F |
especially the lines spoken in the voice of the mouse | X |
I mean we've all seen these images in cartoons before | F2 |
but I still love the details he uses | X |
when he's describing where he lives | X |
The perfect little arch of an entrance in the baseboard | H2 |
the bed made out of a curled back sardine can | I2 |
the spool of thread for a table | A |
I start thinking about how hard the mouse had to work | F |
night after night collecting all these things | X |
while the people in the house were fast asleep | J2 |
and that gives me a very strong feeling | F |
a very powerful sense of something | F |
But I don't know if anyone else was feeling that | K2 |
Maybe that was just me | V |
Maybe that's just the way I read it | G2 |
Billy Collins
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