Writ On The Eve Of My 32nd Birthday Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BC DEFGHIHCJKLMNOPQRSDT TTUVSNSOQWXYZA2B2C2D 2SA2D2NSE2| a slow thoughtful spontaneous poem | A |
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| I am years old | B |
| and finally I look my age if not more | C |
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| Is it a good face what s no more a boy s face | D |
| It seems fatter And my hair | E |
| it s stopped being curly Is my nose big | F |
| The lips are the same | G |
| And the eyes ah the eyes get better all the time | H |
| and no wife no baby no baby hurts | I |
| but there s lots of time | H |
| I don t act silly any more | C |
| And because of it I have to hear from so called friends | J |
| You ve changed You used to be so crazy so great | K |
| They are not comfortable with me when I m serious | L |
| Let them go to the Radio City Music Hall | M |
| saw all of Europe met millions of people | N |
| was great for some terrible for others | O |
| I remember my st year when I cried | P |
| To think I may have to go another years | Q |
| I don t feel that way this birthday | R |
| I feel I want to be wise with white hair in a tall library | S |
| in a deep chair by a fireplace | D |
| Another year in which I stole nothing | T |
| years now and haven t stole a thing | T |
| I stopped stealing | T |
| But I still lie at times | U |
| and still am shameless yet ashamed when it comes | V |
| to asking for money | S |
| years old and four hard real funny sad bad wonderful | N |
| books of poetry | S |
| the world owes me a million dollars | O |
| I think I had a pretty weird years | Q |
| And it weren t up to me none of it | W |
| No choice of two roads if there were | X |
| I don t doubt I d have chosen both | Y |
| I like to think chance had it I play the bell | Z |
| The clue perhaps is in my unabashed declaration | A2 |
| I m good example there s such a thing as called soul | B2 |
| I love poetry because it makes me love | C2 |
| and presents me life | D2 |
| And of all the fires that die in me | S |
| there s one burns like the sun | A2 |
| it might not make day my personal life | D2 |
| my association with people | N |
| or my behavior toward society | S |
| but it does tell me my soul has a shadow | E2 |
Gregory Corso
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