The Mother Of Poets. To H. F. H Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDED FAGA HAAA IBAB JAHA KLMLThe typewriter ticketh no more in the twilight | A |
The mother of poets is sitting alone | B |
Only the katydid teases the noonday | A |
Where are the good for naught wanderbirds flown | B |
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Tom's in the North with his purple impressions | C |
Dickon's in London a building his fame | D |
Fred's in the mountains a minding his cattle | E |
Kavanagh's teaching and preaching and game | D |
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Over in Kingscroft a toiler is writing | F |
The boyish Old Man whom no fate ever floored | A |
Karl's in New York with his briefs and his logic | G |
That subtile mind like a velvet sheathed sword | A |
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Blomidon welcomes his brother in silence | H |
Grand Pr is luring him back to her breast | A |
Faint and far off are the cries of the city | A |
There in the country of infinite rest | A |
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All of them turn in their wide vagabondage | I |
Halt and remember a place they have known | B |
Where the typewriter ticketh no more in the twilight | A |
And the mother of poets is sitting alone | B |
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There they will surely some April forgather | J |
Drink once together before they depart | A |
One by one over the threshold of silence | H |
On the long trail of the wandering heart | A |
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Fear not little mother there may be a region | K |
Where poets have only to smile and keep still | L |
The tick of the typewriter there will be useless | M |
But there will be need of a motherkin still | L |
Bliss Carman (william)
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