Fruit Of The Flower Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDAD EFEF GHGH BIBI JKJK LMLM

My father is a quiet manA
With sober steady waysB
For simile a folded fanA
His nights are like his daysB
My mother's life is puritanC
No hint of cavalierD
A pool so calm you're sure it canA
Have little depth to fearD
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And yet my father's eyes can boastE
How full his life has beenF
There haunts them yet the languid ghostE
Of some still sacred sinF
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And though my mother chants of GodG
And of the mystic riverH
I've seen a bit of checkered sodG
Set all her flesh aquiverH
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Why should he deem it pure mischanceB
A son of his is fainI
To do a naked tribal danceB
Each time he hears the rainI
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Why should she think it devil's artJ
That all my songs should beK
Of love and lovers broken heartJ
And wild sweet agonyK
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Who plants a seed begets a budL
Extract of that same rootM
Why marvel at the hectic bloodL
That flushes this wild fruitM

Countee Cullen



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