The Right To Grief Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEFG HIE JKLMN OPJQ RS TUC VWX YJZONA2M| To Certain Poets About to Die | A |
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| Take your fill of intimate remorse perfumed sorrow | B |
| Over the dead child of a millionaire | C |
| And the pity of Death refusing any check on the bank | D |
| Which the millionaire might order his secretary to | E |
| scratch off | F |
| And get cashed | G |
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| Very well | H |
| You for your grief and I for mine | I |
| Let me have a sorrow my own if I want to | E |
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| I shall cry over the dead child of a stockyards hunky | J |
| His job is sweeping blood off the floor | K |
| He gets a dollar seventy cents a day when he works | L |
| And it's many tubs of blood he shoves out with a broom | M |
| day by day | N |
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| Now his three year old daughter | O |
| Is in a white coffin that cost him a week's wages | P |
| Every Saturday night he will pay the undertaker fifty | J |
| cents till the debt is wiped out | Q |
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| The hunky and his wife and the kids | R |
| Cry over the pinched face almost at peace in the white box | S |
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| They remember it was scrawny and ran up high doctor bills | T |
| They are glad it is gone for the rest of the family now | U |
| will have more to eat and wear | C |
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| Yet before the majesty of Death they cry around the coffin | V |
| And wipe their eyes with red bandanas and sob when | W |
| the priest says God have mercy on us all | X |
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| I have a right to feel my throat choke about this | Y |
| You take your grief and I mine see | J |
| To morrow there is no funeral and the hunky goes back | Z |
| to his job sweeping blood off the floor at a dollar | O |
| seventy cents a day | N |
| All he does all day long is keep on shoving hog blood | A2 |
| ahead of him with a broom | M |
Carl Sandburg
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