The Children Of The Poor Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDBBDDBEFDDGG HBBHHBBHDIDIHH HDDHHDDHJKJLDDA | |
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People who have no children can be hard | B |
Attain a mail of ice and insolence | C |
Need not pause in the fire and in no sense | D |
Hesitate in the hurricane to guard | B |
And when wide world is bitten and bewarred | B |
They perish purely waving their spirits hence | D |
Without a trace of grace or of offense | D |
To laugh or fail diffident wonder starred | B |
While through a throttling dark we others hear | E |
The little lifting helplessness the queer | F |
Whimper whine whose unridiculous | D |
Lost softness softly makes a trap for us | D |
And makes a curse And makes a sugar of | G |
The malocclusions the inconditions of love | G |
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What shall I give my children who are poor | H |
Who are adjudged the leastwise of the land | B |
Who are my sweetest lepers who demand | B |
No velvet and no velvety velour | H |
But who have begged me for a brisk contour | H |
Crying that they are quasi contraband | B |
Because unfinished graven by a hand | B |
Less than angelic admirable or sure | H |
My hand is stuffed with mode design device | D |
But I lack access to my proper stone | I |
And plenitude of plan shall not suffice | D |
Nor grief nor love shall be enough alone | I |
To ratify my little halves who bear | H |
Across an autumn freezing everywhere | H |
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And shall I prime my children pray to pray | H |
Mites come invade most frugal vestibules | D |
Spectered with crusts of penitents renewals | D |
And all hysterics arrogant for a day | H |
Instruct yourselves here is no devil to pay | H |
Children confine your lights in jellied rules | D |
Resemble graves be metaphysical mules | D |
Learn Lord will not distort nor leave the fray | H |
Behind the scurryings of your neat motif | J |
I shall wait if you wish revise the psalm | K |
If that should frighten you sew up belief | J |
If that should tear turn singularly calm | L |
At forehead and at fingers rather wise | D |
Holding the bandage ready for your eyes | D |
Gwendolyn Brooks
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