The Children Of The Poor Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDBBDDBEFDDGG HBBHHBBHDIDIHH HDDHHDDHJKJLDD| A | |
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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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