The Things Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis


When I walk in my house I see picturesA
bought long ago framed and hangingB
de Kooning Arp Laurencin Henry MooreC
that I've cherished and stared at for yearsD
yet my eyes keep returning to the mastersA
of the trivial a white stone perfectly roundE
tiny lead models of baseball players a cowbellF
a broken great grandmother's rockerG
a dead dog's toy valueless unforgettableH
detritus that my children will throw awayI
as I did my mother's souvenirs of tripsJ
with my dead father Kodaks of kittensK
and bundles of cards from her mother KateL

Donald Hall


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