Wild Peaches Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCCBBCCB DEDFFE GHHGGHHG CCCIIC JKKJKKJ LMNLMN OPQOOPPO CORCORA | |
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When the world turns completely upside down | B |
You say we'll emigrate to the Eastern Shore | C |
Aboard a river boat from Baltimore | C |
We'll live among wild peach trees miles from town | B |
You'll wear a coonskin cap and I a gown | B |
Homespun dyed butternut's dark gold colour | C |
Lost like your lotus eating ancestor | C |
We'll swim in milk and honey till we drown | B |
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The winter will be short the summer long | D |
The autumn amber hued sunny and hot | E |
Tasting of cider and of scuppernong | D |
All seasons sweet but autumn best of all | F |
The squirrels in their silver fur will fall | F |
Like falling leaves like fruit before your shot | E |
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The autumn frosts will lie upon the grass | G |
Like bloom on grapes of purple brown and gold | H |
The misted early mornings will be cold | H |
The little puddles will be roofed with glass | G |
The sun which burns from copper into brass | G |
Melts these at noon and makes the boys unfold | H |
Their knitted mufflers full as they can hold | H |
Fat pockets dribble chestnuts as they pass | G |
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Peaches grow wild and pigs can live in clover | C |
A barrel of salted herrings lasts a year | C |
The spring begins before the winter's over | C |
By February you may find the skins | I |
Of garter snakes and water moccasins | I |
Dwindled and harsh dead white and cloudy clear | C |
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When April pours the colours of a shell | J |
Upon the hills when every little creek | K |
Is shot with silver from the Chesapeake | K |
In shoals new minted by the ocean swell | J |
When strawberries go begging and the sleek | K |
Blue plums lie open to the blackbird's beak | K |
We shall live well we shall live very well | J |
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The months between the cherries and the peaches | L |
Are brimming cornucopias which spill | M |
Fruits red and purple sombre bloomed and black | N |
Then down rich fields and frosty river beaches | L |
We'll trample bright persimmons while you kill | M |
Bronze partridge speckled quail and canvasback | N |
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Down to the Puritan marrow of my bones | O |
There's something in this richness that I hate | P |
I love the look austere immaculate | Q |
Of landscapes drawn in pearly monotones | O |
There's something in my very blood that owns | O |
Bare hills cold silver on a sky of slate | P |
A thread of water churned to milky spate | P |
Streaming through slanted pastures fenced with stones | O |
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I love those skies thin blue or snowy gray | C |
Those fields sparse planted rendering meagre sheaves | O |
That spring briefer than apple blossom's breath | R |
Summer so much too beautiful to stay | C |
Swift autumn like a bonfire of leaves | O |
And sleepy winter like the sleep of death | R |
Elinor Morton Wylie
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