Manuelzinho Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEFGGHIJJKLMKJNOPP GPPPPPQPKRS JTUPPJVWJXJPPYZPA2B2 VPPJJC2D2E2VPPPPE2JJ F2PP KAE2E2JG2PH2F2I2WE2P JYE2H2JYJPJJYJ2K2 JL2PPJM2JJP N2B2PO2JAJPJJYVVJB2 P2PYPJJJO2Q2PH2R2S2J PT2PT2PPU2C2C2PPPO2Brazil A friend of the writer is speaking | A |
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Half squatter half tenant no rent | B |
a sort of inheritance white | C |
in your thirties now and supposed | D |
to supply me with vegetables | E |
but you don't or you won't or you can't | F |
get the idea through your brain | G |
the world's worst gardener since Cain | G |
Titled above me your gardens | H |
ravish my eyes You edge | I |
the beds of silver cabbages | J |
with red carnations and lettuces | J |
mix with alyssum And then | K |
umbrella ants arrive | L |
or it rains for a solid week | M |
and the whole thing's ruined again | K |
and I buy you more pounds of seeds | J |
imported guaranteed | N |
and eventually you bring me | O |
a mystic thee legged carrot | P |
or a pumpkin quot bigger than the baby quot | P |
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I watch you through the rain | G |
trotting light on bare feet | P |
up the steep paths you have made | P |
or your father and grandfather made | P |
all over my property | P |
with your head and back inside | P |
a sodden burlap bag | Q |
and feel I can't endure it | P |
another minute then | K |
indoors beside the stove | R |
keep on reading a book | S |
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You steal my telephone wires | J |
or someone does You starve | T |
your horse and yourself | U |
and your dogs and family | P |
among endless variety | P |
you eat boiled cabbage stalks | J |
And once I yelled at you | V |
so loud to hurry up | W |
and fetch me those potatoes | J |
your holey hat flew off | X |
you jumped out of your clogs | J |
leaving three objects arranged | P |
in a triangle at my feet | P |
as if you'd been a gardener | Y |
in a fairy tale all this time | Z |
and at the word quot potatoes quot | P |
had vanished to take up your work | A2 |
of fairy prince somewhere | B2 |
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The strangest things happen to you | V |
Your cows eats a quot poison grass quot | P |
and drops dead on the spot | P |
Nobody else's does | J |
And then your father dies | J |
a superior old man | C2 |
with a black plush hat and a moustache | D2 |
like a white spread eagled sea gull | E2 |
The family gathers but you | V |
no you quot don't think he's dead | P |
I look at him He's cold | P |
They're burying him today | P |
But you know I don't think he's dead quot | P |
I give you money for the funeral | E2 |
and you go and hire a bus | J |
for the delighted mourners | J |
so I have to hand over some more | F2 |
and then have to hear you tell me | P |
you pray for me every night | P |
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And then you come again | K |
sniffing and shivering | A |
hat in hand with that wistful | E2 |
face like a child's fistful | E2 |
of bluets or white violets | J |
improvident as the dawn | G2 |
and once more I provide | P |
for a shot of penicillin | H2 |
down at the pharmacy or | F2 |
one more bottle of | I2 |
Electrical Baby Syrup | W |
Or briskly you come to settle | E2 |
what we call our quot accounts quot | P |
with two old copybooks | J |
one with flowers on the cover | Y |
the other with a camel | E2 |
immediate confusion | H2 |
You've left out decimal points | J |
Your columns stagger | Y |
honeycombed with zeros | J |
You whisper conspiratorially | P |
the numbers mount to millions | J |
Account books They are Dream Books | J |
in the kitchen we dream together | Y |
how the meek shall inherit the earth | J2 |
or several acres of mine | K2 |
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With blue sugar bags on their heads | J |
carrying your lunch | L2 |
your children scuttle by me | P |
like little moles aboveground | P |
or even crouch behind bushes | J |
as if I were out to shoot them | M2 |
Impossible to make friends | J |
though each will grab at once | J |
for an orange or a piece of candy | P |
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Twined in wisps of fog | N2 |
I see you all up there | B2 |
along with Formoso the donkey | P |
who brays like a pump gone dry | O2 |
then suddenly stops | J |
All just standing staring | A |
off into fog and space | J |
Or coming down at night | P |
in silence except for hoofs | J |
in dim moonlight the horse | J |
or Formoso stumbling after | Y |
Between us float a few | V |
big soft pale blue | V |
sluggish fireflies | J |
the jellyfish of the air | B2 |
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Patch upon patch upon patch | P2 |
your wife keeps all of you covered | P |
She has gone over and over | Y |
forearmed is forewarned | P |
your pair of bright blue pants | J |
with white thread and these days | J |
your limbs are draped in blueprints | J |
You paint heaven knows why | O2 |
the outside of the crown | Q2 |
and brim of your straw hat | P |
Perhaps to reflect the sun | H2 |
Or perhaps when you were small | R2 |
your mother said quot Manuelzinho | S2 |
one thing be sure you always | J |
paint your straw hat quot | P |
One was gold for a while | T2 |
but the gold wore off like plate | P |
One was bright green Unkindly | T2 |
I called you Klorophyll Kid | P |
My visitors thought it was funny | P |
I apologize here and now | U2 |
You helpless foolish man | C2 |
I love you all I can | C2 |
I think Or I do | P |
I take off my hat unpainted | P |
and figurative to you | P |
Again I promise to try | O2 |
Elizabeth Bishop
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