The Lovers Of The Poor Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFDDGHIHJFKLHMN OPQQRSGHTUVOHHTWHHTT BBXYZHA2BB2HC2D2ZE2B HZF2F2ZZZZHHG2HC2H2Z ZH2ZH2HHZBI2HBZBHH2H BH2ZZJ2K2ZH2FFH2H2D| arrive The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League | A |
| Arrive in the afternoon the late light slanting | B |
| In diluted gold bars across the boulevard brag | C |
| Of proud seamed faces with mercy and murder hinting | B |
| Here there interrupting all deep and debonair | D |
| The pink paint on the innocence of fear | E |
| Walk in a gingerly manner up the hall | F |
| Cutting with knives served by their softest care | D |
| Served by their love so barbarously fair | D |
| Whose mothers taught You'd better not be cruel | G |
| You had better not throw stones upon the wrens | H |
| Herein they kiss and coddle and assault | I |
| Anew and dearly in the innocence | H |
| With which they baffle nature Who are full | J |
| Sleek tender clad fit fiftyish a glow all | F |
| Sweetly abortive hinting at fat fruit | K |
| Judge it high time that fiftyish fingers felt | L |
| Beneath the lovelier planes of enterprise | H |
| To resurrect To moisten with milky chill | M |
| To be a random hitching post or plush | N |
| To be for wet eyes random and handy hem | O |
| Their guild is giving money to the poor | P |
| The worthy poor The very very worthy | Q |
| And beautiful poor Perhaps just not too swarthy | Q |
| perhaps just not too dirty nor too dim | R |
| Nor passionate In truth what they could wish | S |
| Is something less than derelict or dull | G |
| Not staunch enough to stab though gaze for gaze | H |
| God shield them sharply from the beggar bold | T |
| The noxious needy ones whose battle's bald | U |
| Nonetheless for being voiceless hits one down | V |
| But it's all so bad and entirely too much for them | O |
| The stench the urine cabbage and dead beans | H |
| Dead porridges of assorted dusty grains | H |
| The old smoke heavy diapers and they're told | T |
| Something called chitterlings The darkness Drawn | W |
| Darkness or dirty light The soil that stirs | H |
| The soil that looks the soil of centuries | H |
| And for that matter the general oldness Old | T |
| Wood Old marble Old tile Old old old | T |
| Not homekind Oldness Not Lake Forest Glencoe | B |
| Nothing is sturdy nothing is majestic | B |
| There is no quiet drama no rubbed glaze no | X |
| Unkillable infirmity of such | Y |
| A tasteful turn as lately they have left | Z |
| Glencoe Lake Forest and to which their cars | H |
| Must presently restore them When they're done | A2 |
| With dullards and distortions of this fistic | B |
| Patience of the poor and put upon | B2 |
| They've never seen such a make do ness as | H |
| Newspaper rugs before In this this 'flat ' | C2 |
| Their hostess is gathering up the oozed the rich | D2 |
| Rugs of the morning tattered the bespattered | Z |
| Readies to spread clean rugs for afternoon | E2 |
| Here is a scene for you The Ladies look | B |
| In horror behind a substantial citizeness | H |
| Whose trains clank out across her swollen heart | Z |
| Who arms akimbo almost fills a door | F2 |
| All tumbling children quilts dragged to the floor | F2 |
| And tortured thereover potato peelings soft | Z |
| Eyed kitten hunched up haggard to be hurt | Z |
| Their League is allotting largesse to the Lost | Z |
| But to put their clean their pretty money to put | Z |
| Their money collected from delicate rose fingers | H |
| Tipped with their hundred flawless rose nails seems | H |
| They own Spode Lowestoft candelabra | G2 |
| Mantels and hostess gowns and sunburst clocks | H |
| Turtle soup Chippendale red satin 'hangings ' | C2 |
| Aubussons and Hattie Carnegie They Winter | H2 |
| In Palm Beach cross the Water in June attend | Z |
| When suitable the nice Art Institute | Z |
| Buy the right books in the best bindings saunter | H2 |
| On Michigan Easter mornings in sun or wind | Z |
| Oh Squalor This sick four story hulk this fibre | H2 |
| With fissures everywhere Why what are bringings | H |
| Of loathe love largesse What shall peril hungers | H |
| So old old what shall flatter the desolate | Z |
| Tin can blocked fire escape and chitterling | B |
| And swaggering seeking youth and the puzzled wreckage | I2 |
| Of the middle passage and urine and stale shames | H |
| And again the porridges of the underslung | B |
| And children children children Heavens That | Z |
| Was a rat surely off there in the shadows Long | B |
| And long tailed Gray The Ladies from the Ladies' | H |
| Betterment League agree it will be better | H2 |
| To achieve the outer air that rights and steadies | H |
| To hie to a house that does not holler to ring | B |
| Bells elsetime better presently to cater | H2 |
| To no more Possibilities to get | Z |
| Away Perhaps the money can be posted | Z |
| Perhaps they two may choose another Slum | J2 |
| Some serious sooty half unhappy home | K2 |
| Where loathe love likelier may be invested | Z |
| Keeping their scented bodies in the center | H2 |
| Of the hall as they walk down the hysterical hall | F |
| They allow their lovely skirts to graze no wall | F |
| Are off at what they manage of a canter | H2 |
| And resuming all the clues of what they were | H2 |
| Try to avoid inhaling the laden air | D |
Gwendolyn Brooks
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