Dear Old Dick Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Dedicated to Vachel Lindsay and in Memory of Richard E BurkeA
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Said dear old DickB
To the colored waiterC
Here George be quickB
Roast beef and a potatoD
I'm due at the courthouse at half past oneE
You black old scoundrel get a move on youF
I want a pot of coffee and a graham bunE
This vinegar decanter'll make a groove on youF
You black faced mandril you grinning baboonG
Yas sah Yas sah answered the coonG
Now don't you talk back said dear old DickB
Go and get my dinner or I'll show you a trickB
With a plate a tumbler or a silver castorC
Fuliginous monkey sired by old NickB
And the nigger all the time was moving round the tableH
Rattling the silver things faster and fasterC
Yes sah Yas sah soon as I'se ableH
I'll bring yo' dinnah as shore as yo's bawnG
Quit talking about it hurry and be goneG
You low down nigger said dear old DickB
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Then I said to my friend Suppose he'd up and stickB
A knife in your side for raggin' him so hardI
Or how would you relish some spit in your brothJ
Or a little Paris green in your cheese for chardI
Or something in your coffee to make your stomach frothJ
Or a bit of asafoetida hidden in your pieK
That's a gentlemanly nigger or he'd black your eye '-
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Then dear old Dick made this long replyK
You know I love a niggerC
And I love this niggerC
I met him first on the train from CaliforniaG
Out of Kansas City in the morning earlyL
I walked through the diner feeling upsetM
For a cup of coffee looking rather surlyL
And there sat this nigger by a table all dressedN
Waiting for the time to serve the omeletO
Buttered toast and coffee to the passengersP
And this is what he said in a fine southern wayQ
'Good mawnin ' sah I hopes yo' had yo' restN
I'm glad to see you on dis sunny day '-
Now think here's a human who has no other caresR
Except to please the white man serve him when he's starvingS
And who has as much fun when he sees you carvingS
The sirloin as you do does this black manG
Just think for a minute how the negroes excelT
Can you beat them with a banjo or a broiling panG
There's music in their soul as originalH
As any breed of people in the whole wide earthU
They're elemental hope heartiness mirthU
There are only two things real AmericanG
One is Christian Science the other is the niggerC
Think it over for yourself and see if you can figureC
Anything beside that is not imitationG
Of something in Europe in this hybrid nationG
Return to this globe five hundred years henceV
You'll see how the fundamental color of the coonG
In art in music has altered our tuneG
We are destined to bow to their influenceW
There's a whole cult of music in Dixie aloneG
And that is America put into toneG
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And dear old Dick gathered speed and saidX
Sometimes through Dvor k a vision arisesY
To the words of Merneptah whose hands were redX
'I shall live I shall live I shall grow I shall growD
I shall wake up in peace I shall thrill with the glowD
Of the life of Temu the god who prizesY
Favorite souls and the souls of kings '-
Now these are the words and here is the dreamZ
No wonder you think I am seeing thingsA2
The desert of Egypt shimmers in the gleamZ
Of the noonday sun on my dazzled sightB2
And a giant negro as black as nightB2
Is walking by a camel in a caravanG
His great back glistens with the streaming sweatM
The camel is ridden by a light faced manG
A Greek perhaps or ArabianG
And this giant negro is rhythmically swayingS
With the rhythm of the camel's neck up and downG
He seems to be singing rollicking playingS
His ivory teeth are glistening the Greek is listeningS
To the negro keeping time like a tabouretM
And what cares he for Memphis townG
Merneptah the bloody or Books of the DeadM
Pyramids philosophies of madness or dreadM
A tune is in his heart a realityM
The camel the desert are things that beM
He's a negro slave but his heart is freeM
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Just then the colored waiter brought in the dinnerC
Get a hustle on you you miserable sinnerC
Said dear old Dick to the colored waiterC
Heah's a nice piece of beef and a great big potatoM
I hopes yo'll enjoy 'em sah yas I doM
Heah's black mustahd greens 'specially for yo'F
And a fine piece of jowl that I swiped and tookC2
From a dish set by by the git away cookC2
I hope yo'll enjoy 'em sah yas I doM
Well George Dick said if Gabriel blewM
His horn this minute you'd up and ascendM
To wait on St Peter world without endM

Edgar Lee Masters



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