Dust Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH IJIJ AKAK LMLM NONO PBPB| Here is a problem a wonder for all to see | A |
| Look at this marvelous thing I hold in my hand | B |
| This is a magic surprising a mystery | A |
| Strange as a miracle harder to understand | B |
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| What is it Only a handful of earth to your touch | C |
| A dry rough powder you trample beneath your feet | D |
| Dark and lifeless but think for a moment how much | C |
| It hides and holds that is beautiful bitter or sweet | D |
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| Think of the glory of color The red of the rose | E |
| Green of the myriad leaves and the fields of grass | F |
| Yellow as bright as the sun where the daffodil blows | E |
| Purple where violets nod as the breezes pass | F |
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| Think of the manifold form of the oak and the vine | G |
| Nut and fruit and cluster and ears of corn | H |
| Of the anchored water lily a thing divine | G |
| Unfolding its dazzling snow to the kiss of morn | H |
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| Think of the delicate perfumes borne on the gale | I |
| Of the golden willow catkin's odor of spring | J |
| Of the breath of the rich narcissus waxen pale | I |
| Of the sweet pea's flight of flowers of the nettle's sting | J |
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| Strange that this lifeless thing gives vine flower tree | A |
| Color and shape and character fragrance too | K |
| That the timber that builds the house the ship for the sea | A |
| Out of this powder its strength and its toughness drew | K |
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| That the cocoa among the palms should suck its milk | L |
| From this dry dust while dates from the self same soil | M |
| Summon their sweet rich fruit that our shining silk | L |
| The mulberry leaves should yield to the worm's slow toil | M |
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| How should the poppy steal sleep from the very source | N |
| That grants to the grapevine juice that can madden or cheer | O |
| How does the weed find food for its fabric coarse | N |
| Where the lilies proud their blossoms pure uprear | O |
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| Who shall compass or fathom God's thought profound | P |
| We can but praise for we may not understand | B |
| But there's no more beautiful riddle the whole world round | P |
| Than is hid in this heap of dust I hold in my hand | B |
Celia Thaxter
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