Manitoba Childe Roland Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLMIKLLNOP ENQRSTEBUVQWVXSS YZNBNEA2B2C2AD2QH

LAST night a January wind was ripping at the shinglesA
over our house and whistling a wolf song under theB
eavesC
I sat in a leather rocker and read to a six year old girlD
the Browning poem Childe Roland to the DarkE
Tower CameF
And her eyes had the haze of autumn hills and it wasG
beautiful to her and she could not understandH
A man is crossing a big prairie says the poem andI
nothing happens and he goes on and on and it'sJ
all lonesome and empty and nobody homeK
And he goes on and on and nothing happens and heL
comes on a horse's skull dry bones of a dead horseM
and you know more than ever it's all lonesome andI
empty and nobody homeK
And the man raises a horn to his lips and blows heL
fixes a proud neck and forehead toward the emptyL
sky and the empty land and blows one last wonderN
cryO
And as the shuttling automatic memory of man clicksP
off its results willy nilly and inevitable as the snickE
of a mouse trap or the trajectory of a centimetreN
projectileQ
I flash to the form of a man to his hips in snow driftsR
of Manitoba and Minnesota in the sled derby runS
from Winnipeg to MinneapolisT
He is beaten in the race the first day out of WinnipegE
the lead dog is eaten by four team mates and theB
man goes on and on running while the other racersU
ride running while the other racers sleepV
Lost in a blizzard twenty four hours repeating a circleQ
of travel hour after hour fighting the dogs whoW
dig holes in the snow and whimper for sleepV
pushing on running and walking five hundredX
miles to the end of the race almost a winner oneS
toe frozen feet blistered and frost bittenS
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And I know why a thousand young men of the NorthY
west meet him in the finishing miles and yell cheersZ
I know why judges of the race call him a winnerN
and give him a special prize even though he is aB
loserN
I know he kept under his shirt and around his thuddingE
heart amid the blizzards of five hundred miles thatA2
one last wonder cry of Childe Roland and I toldB2
the six year old girl about itC2
And while the January wind was ripping at the shinglesA
and whistling a wolf song under the eaves her eyesD2
had the haze of autumn hills and it was beautifulQ
to her and she could not understandH

Carl Sandburg



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