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The Smiths, As I Understand Them Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AB CDE FGHIJ K L MNOP OQ RSTU VWXY ZA2B2C2D2E2F2DPG2H2D I2IG2J2EK2L2M2

There's a box at the hospital in which to depositA
children unlikely to win the Nobel PrizeB
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They cradled their son past that boxC
though he'd been born with a pillow factoryD
where his heart should have beenE
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That first night they took turnsF
putting ears to his chest listening to feathersG
being sorted and wondered what kind of birdsH
lost their lives so the blood of sleepI
could dream through his veinsJ
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Doves she hopedK
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Roosters his father said surprising himselfL
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At the school for special children his best friendM
a girl whose collar bones were the shadowsN
of bears kissed him somehowO
from the other side of the teeter totterP
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The boy whose eyes were lighthouses said nowO
you have to get marriedQ
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Twenty years later when they did they came backR
and made love on that teeter totter in the middleS
rocking slightly up and down though the far endsT
never touched the earthU
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Their daughter knew none of thisV
until one day she criedW
because she could not tip over or fall downX
like the other kids at schoolY
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Her mother while explaining the conceptionZ
of the girl's incomparable balance braided her hairA2
into an actual swan a black swanB2
who made the girl feel her headC2
was a pond on a windless day which is whatD2
she wrote in her diary My head is a pondE2
on a windless dayF2
Leading the diary to write in its diaryD
I didn't have the heart to tell herP
I felt a breeze and in that breezeG2
I smelled a storm and in that stormH2
I heard the screaming of trees for the diaryD
had been raised to keep its thoughtsI2
to itself with perfect penmanshipI
in the belief that words are bodiesG2
who would admit if asked my experienceJ2
of the transcendental has always beenE
a secondary one but go on stillK2
to do the work we've asked them toL2
to hold everything our arms cannotM2

Bob Hicok



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