An Apple From Walt Whitman Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AA BCDEFGHIJ KJLJMN JOCPJQR PSTNJU

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There's never been a poet where I liveB
but I grew up in the shade of Whitman's nameC
born in West Hills our hills he would have walkedD
our paths along the crest I walked Whitman RoadE
crashed the Whitman Drive In stole a bookF
from the sci fi rack at the Melville Whitman PharmacyG
even played lacrosse against Whitman HighH
we lost three times the guys from Halfway HollowI
to young men with Whitman in white on their varsity jacketsJ
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My mother tells a story about ThanksgivingK
back when kids went begging in rags and blackfaceJ
how Carrie Wicks's sister said she gotL
an apple from Walt Whitman right at his houseJ
an old man with a beard The big kids laughedM
knowing the white haired caretaker was no oneN
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I set no foot inside the Whitman HouseJ
or Leaves of Grass till after I went awayO
but I'm better having grown up with the nameC
the house and hills of a poet everyone knewP
a poet big enough in the mothers' storiesJ
for a girl to believe he came to the door with a longQ
white beard and smiled and handed her an appleR
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If a poet the size of Whitman named our fewP
square miles and a few in Jersey it's going to takeS
a lot more big ones to hand us all a welcomeT
sweet as a Thanksgiving apple from Walt WhitmanN
white haired care taker seed of mothers' storiesJ
Appleseed of our poetry nourishment shadeU

Eric Torgersen



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