The Artist As An Old Man Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AAAABCBCDEFEAFAF GHIIJG

If you ask him he will talk for hoursA
how at fourteen he hammered signs fingersA
raw with cold and later painted bowersA
in ladies' boudoirs how he played checkersA
for two weeks in jail and lived on dark breadB
how he fled the border to a countryC
which disappeared wars ago unfriendedB
crossed a continent while this centuryC
began He seldom speaks of painting nowD
Young men have time and theories old men workE
He has painted countless portraits SallowF
nameless faces made glistening in oil smirkE
above anonymous mantelpiecesA
The turpentine has a familiar smellF
but his hand trembles with odd new palsiesA
Perched on the maulstick it nears the easelF
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He has come to like his resignationG
In his sketch books ink dark cossacks hearH
the snorts of horses in the crunch of snowI
His pen alone recalls that years agoI
one horseman set his teeth and aimed his spearJ
which poised seemed pointed straight to pierce the sunG

Erica Jong



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