The Life Of Lincoln West Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABC DEFGHIJJKLEMNCOP QLJJJR STJOOULVW XEIJYZA2Q B2YOC2C2 JYYJJIJD2JIIE2EC2C2F 2IERIC2OG2 H2SI2KJJ2YK2IOL2O M2YYYJ WN2 IYIEO2YP2 YJL2Q2UOOP2OYEO SDR2O YYJ2S2WT2JE JQ2IU2V2JJOW2UX2 X2UX2IM2Y2O Q| Ugliest little boy | A |
| that everyone ever saw | B |
| That is what everyone said | C |
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| Even to his mother it was apparent | D |
| when the blue aproned nurse came into the | E |
| northeast end of the maternity ward | F |
| bearing his squeals and plump bottom | G |
| looped up in a scant receiving blanket | H |
| bending to pass the bundle carefully | I |
| into the waiting mother hands that this | J |
| was no cute little ugliness no sly baby waywardness | J |
| that was going to inch away | K |
| as would baby fat baby curl and | L |
| baby spot rash The pendulous lip the | E |
| branching ears the eyes so wide and wild | M |
| the vague unvibrant brown of the skin | N |
| and most disturbing the great head | C |
| These components of That Look bespoke | O |
| the sure fibre The deep grain | P |
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| His father could not bear the sight of him | Q |
| His mother high piled her pretty dyed hair and | L |
| put him among her hairpins and sweethearts | J |
| dance slippers torn paper roses | J |
| He was not less than these | J |
| he was not more | R |
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| As the little Lincoln grew | S |
| uglily upward and out he began | T |
| to understand that something was | J |
| wrong His little ways of trying | O |
| to please his father the bringing | O |
| of matches the jumping aside at | U |
| warning sound of oh so large and | L |
| rushing stride the smile that gave | V |
| and gave and gave Unsuccessful | W |
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| Even Christmases and Easters were spoiled | X |
| He would be sitting at the | E |
| family feasting table really | I |
| delighting in the displays of mashed potatoes | J |
| and the rich golden | Y |
| fat crust of the ham or the festive | Z |
| fowl when he would look up and find | A2 |
| somebody feeling indignant about him | Q |
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| What a pity what a pity No love | B2 |
| for one so loving The little Lincoln | Y |
| loved Everybody Ants The changing | O |
| caterpillar His much missing mother | C2 |
| His kindergarten teacher | C2 |
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| His kindergarten teacher whose | J |
| concern for him was composed of one | Y |
| part sympathy and two parts repulsion | Y |
| The others ran up with their little drawings | J |
| He ran up with his | J |
| She | I |
| tried to be as pleasant with him as | J |
| with others but it was difficult | D2 |
| For she was all pretty all daintiness | J |
| all tiny vanilla with blue eyes and fluffy | I |
| sun hair One afternoon she | I |
| saw him in the hall looking bleak against | E2 |
| the wall It was strange because the | E |
| bell had long since rung and no other | C2 |
| child was in sight Pity flooded her | C2 |
| She buttoned her gloves and suggested | F2 |
| cheerfully that she walk him home She | I |
| started out bravely holding him by the | E |
| hand But she had not walked far before | R |
| she regretted it The little monkey | I |
| Must everyone look And clutching her | C2 |
| hand like that Literally pinching | O |
| it | G2 |
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| At seven the little Lincoln loved | H2 |
| the brother and sister who | S |
| moved next door Handsome Well | I2 |
| dressed Charitable often to him They | K |
| enjoyed him because he was | J |
| resourceful made up | J2 |
| games told stories But when | Y |
| their More Acceptable friends came they turned | K2 |
| their handsome backs on him He | I |
| hated himself for his feeling | O |
| of well being when with them despite | L2 |
| Everything | O |
| - | |
| He spent much time looking at himself | M2 |
| in mirrors What could be done | Y |
| But there was no | Y |
| shrinking his head There was no | Y |
| binding his ears | J |
| - | |
| Don t touch me cried the little | W |
| fairy like being in the playground | N2 |
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| Her name was Nerissa The many | I |
| children were playing tag but when | Y |
| he caught her she recoiled jerked free | I |
| and ran It was like all the | E |
| rainbow that ever was going off | O2 |
| forever all all the sparklings in | Y |
| the sunset west | P2 |
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| One day while he was yet seven | Y |
| a thing happened In the down town movies | J |
| with his mother a white | L2 |
| man in the seat beside him whispered | Q2 |
| loudly to a companion and pointed at | U |
| the little Linc | O |
| THERE That s the kind I ve been wanting | O |
| to show you One of the best | P2 |
| examples of the specie Not like | O |
| those diluted Negroes you see so much of on | Y |
| the streets these days but the | E |
| real thing | O |
| - | |
| Black ugly and odd You | S |
| can see the savagery The blunt | D |
| blankness That is the real | R2 |
| thing | O |
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| His mother her hair had never looked so | Y |
| red around the dark brown | Y |
| velvet of her face jumped up | J2 |
| shrieked Go to She did not finish | S2 |
| She yanked to his feet the little | W |
| Lincoln who was sitting there | T2 |
| staring in fascination at his assessor At the author of his | J |
| new idea | E |
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| All the way home he was happy Of course | J |
| he had not liked the word | Q2 |
| ugly | I |
| But after all should he not | U2 |
| be used to that by now What had | V2 |
| struck him among words and meanings | J |
| he could little understand was the phrase | J |
| the real thing | O |
| He didn t know quite why | W2 |
| but he liked that | U |
| He liked that very much | X2 |
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| When he was hurt too much | X2 |
| stared at | U |
| too much | X2 |
| left alone he | I |
| thought about that He told himself | M2 |
| After all I m | Y2 |
| the real thing | O |
| - | |
| It comforted him | Q |
Gwendolyn Brooks
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