Arrival At Santos Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFE GHBH IJKJ LMNM OOPO BQHQ RSOS TAOA UAOA| Here is a coast here is a harbor | A |
| here after a meager diet of horizon is some scenery | B |
| impractically shaped and who knows self pitying mountains | C |
| sad and harsh beneath their frivolous greenery | B |
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| with a little church on top of one And warehouses | D |
| some of them painted a feeble pink or blue | E |
| and some tall uncertain palms Oh tourist | F |
| is this how this country is going to answer you | E |
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| and your immodest demands for a different world | G |
| and a better life and complete comprehension | H |
| of both at last and immediately | B |
| after eighteen days of suspension | H |
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| Finish your breakfast The tender is coming | I |
| a strange and ancient craft flying a strange and brilliant rag | J |
| So that's the flag I never saw it before | K |
| I somehow never thought of there being a flag | J |
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| but of course there was all along And coins I presume | L |
| and paper money they remain to be seen | M |
| And gingerly now we climb down the ladder backward | N |
| myself and a fellow passenger named Miss Breen | M |
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| descending into the midst of twenty six freighters | O |
| waiting to be loaded with green coffee beaus | O |
| Please boy do be more careful with that boat hook | P |
| Watch out Oh It has caught Miss Breen's | O |
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| skirt There Miss Breen is about seventy | B |
| a retired police lieutenant six feet tall | Q |
| with beautiful bright blue eyes and a kind expression | H |
| Her home when she is at home is in Glens Fall | Q |
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| s New York There We are settled | R |
| The customs officials will speak English we hope | S |
| and leave us our bourbon and cigarettes | O |
| Ports are necessities like postage stamps or soap | S |
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| but they seldom seem to care what impression they make | T |
| or like this only attempt since it does not matter | A |
| the unassertive colors of soap or postage stamps | O |
| wasting away like the former slipping the way the latter | A |
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| do when we mail the letters we wrote on the boat | U |
| either because the glue here is very inferior | A |
| or because of the heat We leave Santos at once | O |
| we are driving to the interior | A |
Elizabeth Bishop
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