Fellow Citizens Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFGHIJKLMNOPAQQ ORSSTUVWGGRXYZFIA2RB 2Q| I drank musty ale at the Illinois Athletic Club with | A |
| the millionaire manufacturer of Green River butter | B |
| one night | C |
| And his face had the shining light of an old time Quaker | B |
| he spoke of a beautiful daughter and I knew he had | D |
| a peace and a happiness up his sleeve somewhere | E |
| Then I heard Jim Kirch make a speech to the Advertising | F |
| Association on the trade resources of South America | G |
| And the way he lighted a three for a nickel stogie and | H |
| cocked it at an angle regardless of the manners of | I |
| our best people | J |
| I knew he had a clutch on a real happiness even though | K |
| some of the reporters on his newspaper say he is | L |
| the living double of Jack London's Sea Wolf | M |
| In the mayor's office the mayor himself told me he was | N |
| happy though it is a hard job to satisfy all the office | O |
| seekers and eat all the dinners he is asked to eat | P |
| Down in Gilpin Place near Hull House was a man with | A |
| his jaw wrapped for a bad toothache | Q |
| And he had it all over the butter millionaire Jim Kirch | Q |
| and the mayor when it came to happiness | O |
| He is a maker of accordions and guitars and not only | R |
| makes them from start to finish but plays them | S |
| after he makes them | S |
| And he had a guitar of mahogany with a walnut bottom | T |
| he offered for seven dollars and a half if I wanted it | U |
| And another just like it only smaller for six dollars | V |
| though he never mentioned the price till I asked him | W |
| And he stated the price in a sorry way as though the | G |
| music and the make of an instrument count for a | G |
| million times more than the price in money | R |
| I thought he had a real soul and knew a lot about God | X |
| There was light in his eyes of one who has conquered | Y |
| sorrow in so far as sorrow is conquerable or worth | Z |
| conquering | F |
| Anyway he is the only Chicago citizen I was jealous of | I |
| that day | A2 |
| He played a dance they play in some parts of Italy | R |
| when the harvest of grapes is over and the wine | B2 |
| presses are ready for work | Q |
Carl Sandburg
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