The Mother Of Poets. To H. F. H Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDED FAGA HAAA IBAB JAHA KLML

The typewriter ticketh no more in the twilightA
The mother of poets is sitting aloneB
Only the katydid teases the noondayA
Where are the good for naught wanderbirds flownB
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Tom's in the North with his purple impressionsC
Dickon's in London a building his fameD
Fred's in the mountains a minding his cattleE
Kavanagh's teaching and preaching and gameD
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Over in Kingscroft a toiler is writingF
The boyish Old Man whom no fate ever flooredA
Karl's in New York with his briefs and his logicG
That subtile mind like a velvet sheathed swordA
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Blomidon welcomes his brother in silenceH
Grand Pr is luring him back to her breastA
Faint and far off are the cries of the cityA
There in the country of infinite restA
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All of them turn in their wide vagabondageI
Halt and remember a place they have knownB
Where the typewriter ticketh no more in the twilightA
And the mother of poets is sitting aloneB
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There they will surely some April forgatherJ
Drink once together before they departA
One by one over the threshold of silenceH
On the long trail of the wandering heartA
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Fear not little mother there may be a regionK
Where poets have only to smile and keep stillL
The tick of the typewriter there will be uselessM
But there will be need of a motherkin stillL

Bliss Carman (william)



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