Manuelzinho Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEFGGHIJJKLMKJNOPP GPPPPPQPKRS JTUPPJVWJXJPPYZPA2B2 VPPJJC2D2E2VPPPPE2JJ F2PP KAE2E2JG2PH2F2I2WE2P JYE2H2JYJPJJYJ2K2 JL2PPJM2JJP N2B2PO2JAJPJJYVVJB2 P2PYPJJJO2Q2PH2R2S2J PT2PT2PPU2C2C2PPPO2

Brazil A friend of the writer is speakingA
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Half squatter half tenant no rentB
a sort of inheritance whiteC
in your thirties now and supposedD
to supply me with vegetablesE
but you don't or you won't or you can'tF
get the idea through your brainG
the world's worst gardener since CainG
Titled above me your gardensH
ravish my eyes You edgeI
the beds of silver cabbagesJ
with red carnations and lettucesJ
mix with alyssum And thenK
umbrella ants arriveL
or it rains for a solid weekM
and the whole thing's ruined againK
and I buy you more pounds of seedsJ
imported guaranteedN
and eventually you bring meO
a mystic thee legged carrotP
or a pumpkin quot bigger than the baby quotP
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I watch you through the rainG
trotting light on bare feetP
up the steep paths you have madeP
or your father and grandfather madeP
all over my propertyP
with your head and back insideP
a sodden burlap bagQ
and feel I can't endure itP
another minute thenK
indoors beside the stoveR
keep on reading a bookS
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You steal my telephone wiresJ
or someone does You starveT
your horse and yourselfU
and your dogs and familyP
among endless varietyP
you eat boiled cabbage stalksJ
And once I yelled at youV
so loud to hurry upW
and fetch me those potatoesJ
your holey hat flew offX
you jumped out of your clogsJ
leaving three objects arrangedP
in a triangle at my feetP
as if you'd been a gardenerY
in a fairy tale all this timeZ
and at the word quot potatoes quotP
had vanished to take up your workA2
of fairy prince somewhereB2
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The strangest things happen to youV
Your cows eats a quot poison grass quotP
and drops dead on the spotP
Nobody else's doesJ
And then your father diesJ
a superior old manC2
with a black plush hat and a moustacheD2
like a white spread eagled sea gullE2
The family gathers but youV
no you quot don't think he's deadP
I look at him He's coldP
They're burying him todayP
But you know I don't think he's dead quotP
I give you money for the funeralE2
and you go and hire a busJ
for the delighted mournersJ
so I have to hand over some moreF2
and then have to hear you tell meP
you pray for me every nightP
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And then you come againK
sniffing and shiveringA
hat in hand with that wistfulE2
face like a child's fistfulE2
of bluets or white violetsJ
improvident as the dawnG2
and once more I provideP
for a shot of penicillinH2
down at the pharmacy orF2
one more bottle ofI2
Electrical Baby SyrupW
Or briskly you come to settleE2
what we call our quot accounts quotP
with two old copybooksJ
one with flowers on the coverY
the other with a camelE2
immediate confusionH2
You've left out decimal pointsJ
Your columns staggerY
honeycombed with zerosJ
You whisper conspiratoriallyP
the numbers mount to millionsJ
Account books They are Dream BooksJ
in the kitchen we dream togetherY
how the meek shall inherit the earthJ2
or several acres of mineK2
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With blue sugar bags on their headsJ
carrying your lunchL2
your children scuttle by meP
like little moles abovegroundP
or even crouch behind bushesJ
as if I were out to shoot themM2
Impossible to make friendsJ
though each will grab at onceJ
for an orange or a piece of candyP
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Twined in wisps of fogN2
I see you all up thereB2
along with Formoso the donkeyP
who brays like a pump gone dryO2
then suddenly stopsJ
All just standing staringA
off into fog and spaceJ
Or coming down at nightP
in silence except for hoofsJ
in dim moonlight the horseJ
or Formoso stumbling afterY
Between us float a fewV
big soft pale blueV
sluggish firefliesJ
the jellyfish of the airB2
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Patch upon patch upon patchP2
your wife keeps all of you coveredP
She has gone over and overY
forearmed is forewarnedP
your pair of bright blue pantsJ
with white thread and these daysJ
your limbs are draped in blueprintsJ
You paint heaven knows whyO2
the outside of the crownQ2
and brim of your straw hatP
Perhaps to reflect the sunH2
Or perhaps when you were smallR2
your mother said quot ManuelzinhoS2
one thing be sure you alwaysJ
paint your straw hat quotP
One was gold for a whileT2
but the gold wore off like plateP
One was bright green UnkindlyT2
I called you Klorophyll KidP
My visitors thought it was funnyP
I apologize here and nowU2
You helpless foolish manC2
I love you all I canC2
I think Or I doP
I take off my hat unpaintedP
and figurative to youP
Again I promise to tryO2

Elizabeth Bishop



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