Prairie Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB ACDECD F GHIJHKL MANOPEQR DSTUVWDGHX YHRZBA2B2 C2ID2E2LF2G2H2XI2RJ2 IK2B F2F2L2M2N2DO2 P2Q2 AR2 HS2HT2U2DP2V2W2X2U2H Y2Z2B OD2X A3D2 U2V2B3XXC3WD3C3C3HC3 C3E3F3XC3HC3L2G3C3C3 H3DC3I3C3 I2J3HK3 C3I3C3C3DHL3M3XI WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat the red of its clover the eyes of its women gave me a song and a | A |
slogan | B |
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Here the water went down the icebergs slid with gravel the gaps and the valleys hissed and the black loam came and the | A |
yellow sandy loam | C |
Here between the sheds of the Rocky Mountains and the Appalachians here now a morning star fixes a fire sign over the timber | D |
claims and cow pastures the corn belt the cotton belt the cattle ranches | E |
Here the gray geese go five hundred miles and back with a wind under their wings honking the cry for a new home | C |
Here I know I will hanker after nothing so much as one more sunrise or a sky moon of fire doubled to a river moon of water | D |
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The prairie sings to me in the forenoon and I know in the night I rest easy in the prairie arms on the prairie heart | F |
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After the sunburn of the day | G |
handling a pitchfork at a hayrack | H |
after the eggs and biscuit and coffee | I |
the pearl gray haystacks | J |
in the gloaming | H |
are cool prayers | K |
to the harvest hands | L |
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In the city among the walls the overland passenger train is choked and the pistons hiss and the wheels curse | M |
On the prairie the overland flits on phantom wheels and the sky and the soil between them muffle the pistons and cheer the | A |
wheels | N |
I am here when the cities are gone | O |
I am here before the cities come | P |
I nourished the lonely men on horses | E |
I will keep the laughing men who ride iron | Q |
I am dust of men | R |
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The running water babbled to the deer the cottontail the gopher | D |
You came in wagons making streets and schools | S |
Kin of the ax and rifle kin of the plow and horse | T |
Singing Yankee Doodle Old Dan Tucker Turkey in the Straw | U |
You in the coonskin cap at a log house door hearing a lone wolf howl | V |
You at a sod house door reading the blizzards and chinooks let loose from Medicine Hat | W |
I am dust of your dust as I am brother and mother | D |
To the copper faces the worker in flint and clay | G |
The singing women and their sons a thousand years ago | H |
Marching single file the timber and the plain | X |
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I hold the dust of these amid changing stars | Y |
I last while old wars are fought while peace broods mother like | H |
While new wars arise and the fresh killings of young men | R |
I fed the boys who went to France in great dark days | Z |
Appomattox is a beautiful word to me and so is Valley Forge and the Marne and Verdun | B |
I who have seen the red births and the red deaths | A2 |
Of sons and daughters I take peace or war I say nothing and wait | B2 |
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Have you seen a red sunset drip over one of my cornfields the shore of night stars the wave lines of dawn up a wheat | C2 |
valley | I |
Have you heard my threshing crews yelling in the chaff of a strawpile and the running wheat of the wagonboards my | D2 |
cornhuskers my harvest hands hauling crops singing dreams of women worlds horizons | E2 |
Rivers cut a path on flat lands | L |
The mountains stand up | F2 |
The salt oceans press in | G2 |
And push on the coast lines | H2 |
The sun the wind bring rain | X |
And I know what the rainbow writes across the east or west in a half circle | I2 |
A love letter pledge to come again | R |
Towns on the Soo Line | J2 |
Towns on the Big Muddy | I |
Laugh at each other for cubs | K2 |
And tease as children | B |
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Omaha and Kansas City Minneapolis and St Paul sisters in a house together throwing slang growing up | F2 |
Towns in the Ozarks Dakota wheat towns Wichita Peoria Buffalo sisters throwing slang growing up | F2 |
Out of prairie brown grass crossed with a streamer of wigwam smoke out of a smoke pillar a blue promise out of | L2 |
wild ducks woven in greens and purples | M2 |
Here I saw a city rise and say to the peoples round world Listen I am strong I know what I want | N2 |
Out of log houses and stumps canoes stripped from tree sides flatboats coaxed with an ax from the timber | D |
claims in the years when the red and the white men met the houses and streets rose | O2 |
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A thousand red men cried and went away to new places for corn and women a million white men came and put up skyscrapers | P2 |
threw out rails and wires feelers to the salt sea now the smokestacks bite the skyline with stub teeth | Q2 |
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In an early year the call of a wild duck woven in greens and purples now the riveter's chatter the police patrol the | A |
song whistle of the steamboat | R2 |
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To a man across a thousand years I offer a handshake | H |
I say to him Brother make the story short for the stretch of a thousand years is short | S2 |
What brothers these in the dark | H |
What eaves of skyscrapers against a smoke moon | T2 |
These chimneys shaking on the lumber shanties | U2 |
When the coal boats plow by on the river | D |
The hunched shoulders of the grain elevators | P2 |
The flame sprockets of the sheet steel mills | V2 |
And the men in the rolling mills with their shirts off | W2 |
Playing their flesh arms against the twisting wrists of steel | X2 |
what brothers these | U2 |
in the dark | H |
of a thousand years | Y2 |
A headlight searches a snowstorm | Z2 |
A funnel of white light shoots from over the pilot of the Pioneer Limited crossing Wisconsin | B |
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In the morning hours in the dawn | O |
The sun puts out the stars of the sky | D2 |
And the headlight of the Limited train | X |
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The fireman waves his hand to a country school teacher on a bobsled | A3 |
A boy yellow hair red scarf and mittens on the bobsled in his lunch box a pork chop sandwich and a V of gooseberry pie | D2 |
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The horses fathom a snow to their knees | U2 |
Snow hats are on the rolling prairie hills | V2 |
The Mississippi bluffs wear snow hats | B3 |
Keep your hogs on changing corn and mashes of grain | X |
O farmerman | X |
Cram their insides till they waddle on short legs | C3 |
Under the drums of bellies hams of fat | W |
Kill your hogs with a knife slit under the ear | D3 |
Hack them with cleavers | C3 |
Hang them with hooks in the hind legs | C3 |
A wagonload of radishes on a summer morning | H |
Sprinkles of dew on the crimson purple balls | C3 |
The farmer on the seat dangles the reins on the rumps of dapple gray horses | C3 |
The farmer's daughter with a basket of eggs dreams of a new hat to wear to the county fair | E3 |
On the left and right hand side of the road | F3 |
Marching corn | X |
I saw it knee high weeks ago now it is head high tassels of red silk creep at the ends of the ears | C3 |
I am the prairie mother of men waiting | H |
They are mine the threshing crews eating beefsteak the farmboys driving steers to the railroad cattle pens | C3 |
They are mine the crowds of people at a Fourth of July basket picnic listening to a lawyer read the Declaration of | L2 |
Independence watching the pinwheels and Roman candles at night the young men and women two by two hunting the bypaths and | G3 |
kissing bridges | C3 |
They are mine the horses looking over a fence in the frost of late October saying good morning to the horses hauling wagons | C3 |
of rutabaga to market | H3 |
They are mine the old zigzag rail fences the new barb wire | D |
The cornhuskers wear leather on their hands | C3 |
There is no let up to the wind | I3 |
Blue bandannas are knotted at the ruddy chins | C3 |
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Falltime and winter apples take on the smolder of the five o'clock November sunset falltime leaves bonfires stubble | I2 |
the old things go and the earth is grizzled | J3 |
The land and the people hold memories even among the anthills and the angleworms among the toads and woodroaches among | H |
gravestone writings rubbed out by the rain they keep old things that never grow old | K3 |
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The frost loosens corn husks | C3 |
The Sun the rain the wind | I3 |
loosen corn husks | C3 |
The men and women are helpers | C3 |
They are all cornhuskers together | D |
I see them late in the western evening | H |
in a smoke red dust | L3 |
The phantom of a yellow rooster flaunting a scarlet comb on top of a dung pile crying hallelujah to the streaks of daylight | M3 |
The phantom of an old hunting dog nosing in | X |
Carl Sandburg
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