All Life In A Life Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBACDEFFEDGHH IJJIKLMK NMLNLOOPPPO QBBRRQSTTUUV WXSWYSXYZA2YZA2NN B2C2A2A2B2C2D2PPD2E2 F2F2E2G2H2H2G2 I2J2J2I2I2J2I2K2K2I2 L2L2M2I2C2C2M2N2N2PO 2PI2 PO2I2PSP2PSPPSC2P2 P2O2O2P2C2C2SSG2I2G2 I2Q2R2R2Q2YYYSSL2L2L 2L2I2I2L2L2L2SL2S2 S2SSL2ST2SL2T2T2L2L2 SSI2I2L2L2L2U2U2C2C2 V2V2L2L2L2S I2SI2W2NNSNW2SSB2C2L 2L2B2C2T2PPT2 I2I2SSSI2SSSSSSSI2I2 I2 WW SI2PPI2X2X2His father had a large family | A |
Of girls and boys and he was born and bred | B |
In a barn or kind of cattle shed | B |
But he was a hardy youngster and grew to be | A |
A boy with eyes that sparkled like a rod | C |
Of white hot iron in the blacksmith shop | D |
His face was ruddy like a rising moon | E |
And his hair was black as sheep's wool that is black | F |
And he had rugged arms and legs and a strong back | F |
And he had a voice half flute and half bassoon | E |
And from his toes up to his head's top | D |
He was a man simple but intricate | G |
And most men differ who try to delineate | H |
His life and fate | H |
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He never seemed ashamed | I |
Of poverty or of his origin He was a wayward child | J |
Nevertheless though wise and mild | J |
And thoughtful but when angered then he flamed | I |
As fire does in a forge | K |
When he was ten years old he ran away | L |
To be alone and watch the sea and the stars | M |
At midnight from a mountain gorge | K |
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When he returned his parents scolded him | N |
And threatened him with bolts and bars | M |
Then they grew soft for his return and gay | L |
And with their love would have enfolded him | N |
But even at ten years old he had a way | L |
Of gazing at you with a look austere | O |
Which gave his kinfolk fear | O |
He had no childlike love for father or mother | P |
Sister or brother | P |
They were the same to him as any other | P |
He was a little cold a little queer | O |
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His father was a laborer and now | Q |
They made the boy work for his daily bread | B |
They say he read | B |
A book or two during these years of work | R |
But if there was a secret prone to lurk | R |
Between the pages under the light of his brow | Q |
It came forth And if he had a woman | S |
In love or out of love or a companion or a chum | T |
History is dumb | T |
So far as we know he dreamed and worked with hands | U |
And learned to know his genius' commands | U |
Or what is called one's d mon | V |
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And this became at last the city's call | W |
He had now reached the age of thirty years | X |
And found a Dream of Life and a solution | S |
For slavery of soul and even all | W |
Miseries that flow from things material | Y |
To free the world was his soul's resolution | S |
But his family had great fears | X |
For him knowing the evil | Y |
Which might befall him seeing that the light | Z |
Of his own dream had blinded his mind's eyes | A2 |
They could not tell but what he had a devil | Y |
But still in their tears despite | Z |
And warnings he departed with replies | A2 |
That when a man's genius calls him | N |
He must obey no matter what befalls him | N |
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What he had in his mind was growth | B2 |
Of soul by watching | C2 |
And the creation of eyes | A2 |
Over your mind's eyes to supervise | A2 |
A clear activity and to ward off sloth | B2 |
What he had in his mind was scotching | C2 |
And killing the snake of Hatred and stripping the glove | D2 |
From the hand of Hypocrisy and quenching the fire | P |
Of Falsehood and Unbrotherly Desire | P |
What he had in his mind was simply Love | D2 |
And it was strange he preached the sword and force | E2 |
To establish Love but it was not strange | F2 |
Since he did this his life took on a change | F2 |
And what he taught seems muddled at its source | E2 |
With moralizing and with moral strife | G2 |
For morals are merely the Truth diluted | H2 |
And sweetened up and suited | H2 |
To the business and bread of Life | G2 |
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And now this City was just what you'd find | I2 |
A city anywhere | J2 |
A turmoil and a Vanity Fair | J2 |
A sort of heaven and a sort of Tophet | I2 |
There were so many leaders of his kind | I2 |
The city didn't care | J2 |
For one additional prophet | I2 |
He said some extravagant things | K2 |
And planted a few stings | K2 |
Under the rich man's hide | I2 |
And one of the sensational newspapers | L2 |
Gave him a line or two for cutting capers | L2 |
In front of the Palace of Justice and the Church | M2 |
But all of the first grade people took the other side | I2 |
Of the street when they saw him coming | C2 |
With a rag tag crowd singing and humming | C2 |
And curious boys and men up in a perch | M2 |
Of a tree or window taking the spectacle in | N2 |
And the Corybantic din | N2 |
Of a Salvation Army as it were | P |
And whatever he dreamed when he lived in a little town | O2 |
The intelligent people ignored him and this is the stir | P |
And the only stir he made in the city | I2 |
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But there was a certain sinister | P |
Fellow who came to him hearing of his renown | O2 |
And said You can be Mayor of this city | I2 |
We need a man like you for Mayor | P |
And others said You'd make a lawyer or a politician | S |
Look how the people follow you | P2 |
Why don't you hire out as a special writer | P |
You could become a business man a rhetorician | S |
You could become a player | P |
You can grow rich There's nothing for a fighter | P |
Fighting as you are but to end in ruin | S |
But he turned from them on his way pursuing | C2 |
The dream he had in view | P2 |
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He had a rich man or two | P2 |
Who took up with him against the powerful frown | O2 |
Which looked him down | O2 |
For you'll always find a rich man or two | P2 |
To take up with anything | C2 |
There are those who can't get into society or bring | C2 |
Their riches to a social recognition | S |
Or ill formed souls who lack the real patrician | S |
Spirit for life | G2 |
But as for him he didn't care he passed | I2 |
Where the richness of living was rife | G2 |
And like wise Goethe talking to the last | I2 |
With cabmen rather than with lords | Q2 |
He sat about the markets and the fountains | R2 |
He walked about the country and the mountains | R2 |
Took trips upon the lakes and waded fords | Q2 |
Barefooted laughing as a young animal | Y |
Disports itself amid the festival | Y |
Of warm winds sunshine summer's carnival | Y |
With laborers carpenters seamen | S |
And some loose women | S |
And certain notable sinners | L2 |
Gave him dinners | L2 |
And he went to weddings and to places where youth slakes | L2 |
Its thirst for happiness and they served him cakes | L2 |
And wine wherever he went | I2 |
And he ate and drank and spent | I2 |
His time in feasting and in telling stories | L2 |
And singing poems of lilies and of trees | L2 |
With crowds of people crowded around his knees | L2 |
That searched with lightning secrets hidden | S |
Of life and of life's glories | L2 |
Of death and of the soul's way after death | S2 |
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Time makes amends usually for scandal's breath | S2 |
Which touched him to his earthly ruination | S |
But this city had a Civic Federation | S |
And a certain social order which intrigues | L2 |
Through churches courts with an endless ramification | S |
Of money and morals to save itself | T2 |
And this city had a Bar Association | S |
Also its Public Efficiency Leagues | L2 |
For laying honest men upon the shelf | T2 |
While making private pelf | T2 |
Secure and free to increase | L2 |
And this city had illustrious Pharisees | L2 |
And this city had a legion | S |
Of men who make a business of religion | S |
With eyes one inch apart | I2 |
Dark and narrow of heart | I2 |
Who give themselves and give the city no peace | L2 |
And who are everywhere the best police | L2 |
For Life as business | L2 |
And when they saw this youth | U2 |
Was telling the truth | U2 |
And that his followers were multiplying | C2 |
And were going about rejoicing and defying | C2 |
The social order and were stirring up | V2 |
The dregs of discontent in the cup | V2 |
With the hand of their own happiness | L2 |
They saw dynamic mysteries | L2 |
In the poems of lilies and trees | L2 |
Therefore they held him for a felony | S |
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If you will take a kernel of wheat | I2 |
And first make free | S |
The outer flake and then pare off the meat | I2 |
Of edible starch you'll find at the kernel's core | W2 |
The life germ And this young man's words were dim | N |
With blasphemy sedition at the rim | N |
Which fired the heads of dreamers like new wine | S |
But this was just the outward force of him | N |
For this young man's philosophy was more | W2 |
Than such external ferment being divine | S |
With secrets so profound no plummet line | S |
Can altogether sound it It means growth | B2 |
Of soul by watching | C2 |
And the creation of eyes | L2 |
Over your mind's eyes to supervise | L2 |
A clear activity and to ward off sloth | B2 |
What he had in mind was scotching | C2 |
And killing the snake of Hatred and stripping the glove | T2 |
From the hand of Hypocrisy and quenching the fire | P |
Of falsehood and unbrotherly Desire | P |
What he had in mind was simply Love | T2 |
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But he was prosecuted | I2 |
As a rebel and as a rebel executed | I2 |
Right in a public place where all could see | S |
And his mother watched him hang for the felony | S |
He hated to die being but thirty three | S |
And fearing that his poems might be lost | I2 |
And certain members of the Bar Association | S |
And of the Civic Federation | S |
And of the League of Public Efficiency | S |
And a legion | S |
Of men devoted to religion | S |
With policemen soldiers roughs | S |
Loose women thieves and toughs | S |
Came out to see him die | I2 |
And hooted at him giving up the ghost | I2 |
In great despair and with a fearful cry | I2 |
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And after him there was a man named Paul | W |
Who almost spoiled it all | W |
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And protozoan things like hypocrites | S |
And parasitic things who make a food | I2 |
Of the mysteries of God for earthly power | P |
Must wonder how before this young man's hour | P |
They lived without his blood | I2 |
Shed on that day and which | X2 |
In red cells is so rich | X2 |
Edgar Lee Masters
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