The Sundays Of Satin-legs Smith Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AA BBC DDE FGH IJJKELEMEKNOLMMMMPQR RSMTSUMMVSU IWXMJJXYYMZMMA2 B2M MMC2 D2E2F2G2C2MM C2JJH2I2C2 J2MK2B2L2C2K2M2J2MN2 H2H2H2SC2 C2MO2P2Q2R2C2C2P2S2M MMZGMI2MMI2A2C2MI2C2 MM C2ZH2ZMH2M L2H2H2MM MT2MC2MM MMC2MMC2H2C2A2ZMMMZM EU2 C2C2ZC2V2C2Inamoratas with an approbation | A |
Bestowed his title Blessed his inclination | A |
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He wakes unwinds elaborately a cat | B |
Tawny reluctant royal He is fat | B |
And fine this morning Definite Reimbursed | C |
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He waits a moment he designs his reign | D |
That no performance may be plain or vain | D |
Then rises in a clear delirium | E |
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He sheds with his pajamas shabby days | F |
And his desertedness his intricate fear the | G |
Postponed resentments and the prim precautions | H |
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Now at his bath would you deny him lavender | I |
Or take away the power of his pine | J |
What smelly substitute heady as wine | J |
Would you provide life must be aromatic | K |
There must be scent somehow there must be some | E |
Would you have flowers in his life suggest | L |
Asters a Really Good geranium | E |
A white carnation would you prescribe a Show | M |
With the cold lilies formal chrysanthemum | E |
Magnificence poinsettias and emphatic | K |
Red of prize roses might his happiest | N |
Alternative you muse be after all | O |
A bit of gentle garden in the best | L |
Of taste and straight tradition Maybe so | M |
But you forget or did you ever know | M |
His heritage of cabbage and pigtails | M |
Old intimacy with alleys garbage pails | M |
Down in the deep but always beautiful South | P |
Where roses blush their blithest it is said | Q |
And sweet magnolias put Chanel to shame | R |
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No He has not a flower to his name | R |
Except a feather one for his lapel | S |
Apart from that if he should think of flowers | M |
It is in terms of dandelions or death | T |
Ah there is little hope You might as well | S |
Unless you care to set the world a boil | U |
And do a lot of equalizing things | M |
Remove a little ermine say from kings | M |
Shake hands with paupers and appoint them men | V |
For instance certainly you might as well | S |
Leave him his lotion lavender and oil | U |
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Let us proceed Let us inspect together | I |
With his meticulous and serious love | W |
The innards of this closet Which is a vault | X |
Whose glory is not diamonds not pearls | M |
Not silver plate with just enough dull shine | J |
But wonder suits in yellow and in wine | J |
Sarcastic green and zebra striped cobalt | X |
With shoulder padding that is wide | Y |
And cocky and determined as his pride | Y |
Ballooning pants that taper off to ends | M |
Scheduled to choke precisely | Z |
Here are hats | M |
Like bright umbrellas and hysterical ties | M |
Like narrow banners for some gathering war | A2 |
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People are so in need in need of help | B2 |
People want so much that they do not know | M |
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Below the tinkling trade of little coins | M |
The gold impulse not possible to show | M |
Or spend Promise piled over and betrayed | C2 |
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These kneaded limbs receive the kiss of silk | D2 |
Then they receive the brave and beautiful | E2 |
Embrace of some of that equivocal wool | F2 |
He looks into his mirror loves himself | G2 |
The neat curve here the angularity | C2 |
That is appropriate at just its place | M |
The technique of a variegated grace | M |
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Here is all his sculpture and his art | C2 |
And all his architectural design | J |
Perhaps you would prefer to this a fine | J |
Value of marble complicated stone | H2 |
Would have him think with horror of baroque | I2 |
Rococo You forget and you forget | C2 |
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He dances down the hotel steps that keep | J2 |
Remnants of last night s high life and distress | M |
As spat out purchased kisses and spilled beer | K2 |
He swallows sunshine with a secret yelp | B2 |
Passes to coffee and a roll or two | L2 |
Has breakfasted | C2 |
Out Sounds about him smear | K2 |
Become a unit He hears and does not hear | M2 |
The alarm clock meddling in somebody s sleep | J2 |
Children s governed Sunday happiness | M |
The dry tone of a plane a woman s oath | N2 |
Consumption s spiritless expectoration | H2 |
An indignant robin s resolute donation | H2 |
Pinching a track through apathy and din | H2 |
Restaurant vendors weeping and the L | S |
That comes on like a slightly horrible thought | C2 |
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Pictures too as usual are blurred | C2 |
He sees and does not see the broken windows | M |
Hiding their shame with newsprint little girl | O2 |
With ribbons decking wornness little boy | P2 |
Wearing the trousers with the decentest patch | Q2 |
To honor Sunday women on their way | R2 |
From service temperate holiness arranged | C2 |
Ably on asking faces men estranged | C2 |
From music and from wonder and from joy | P2 |
But far familiar with the guiding awe | S2 |
Of foodlessness | M |
He loiters | M |
Restaurant vendors | M |
Weep or out of them rolls a restless glee | Z |
The Lonesome Blues the Long lost Blues I Want A | G |
Big Fat Mama Down these sore avenues | M |
Comes no Saint Sa ns no piquant elusive Grieg | I2 |
And not Tschaikovsky s wayward eloquence | M |
And not the shapely tender drift of Brahms | M |
But could he love them Since a man must bring | I2 |
To music what his mother spanked him for | A2 |
When he was two bits of forgotten hate | C2 |
Devotion whether or not his mattress hurts | M |
The little dream his father humored the thing | I2 |
His sister did for money what he ate | C2 |
For breakfast and for dinner twenty years | M |
Ago last autumn all his skipped desserts | M |
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The pasts of his ancestors lean against | C2 |
Him Crowd him Fog out his identity | Z |
Hundreds of hungers mingle with his own | H2 |
Hundreds of voices advise so dexterously | Z |
He quite considers his reactions his | M |
Judges he walks most powerfully alone | H2 |
That everything is simply what it is | M |
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But movie time approaches time to boo | L2 |
The hero s kiss and boo the heroine | H2 |
Whose ivory and yellow it is sin | H2 |
For his eye to eat of The Mickey Mouse | M |
However is for everyone in the house | M |
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Squires his lady to dinner at Joe s Eats | M |
His lady alters as to leg and eye | T2 |
Thickness and height such minor points as these | M |
From Sunday to Sunday But no matter what | C2 |
Her name or body positively she s | M |
In Queen Lace stockings with ambitious heels | M |
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That strain to kiss the calves and vivid shoes | M |
Frontless and backless Chinese fingernails | M |
Earrings three layers of lipstick intense hat | C2 |
Dripping with the most voluble of veils | M |
Her affable extremes are like sweet bombs | M |
About him whom no middle grace or good | C2 |
Could gratify He had no education | H2 |
In quiet arts of compromise He would | C2 |
Not understand your counsels on control nor | A2 |
Thank you for your late trouble | Z |
At Joe s Eats | M |
You get your fish or chicken on meat platters | M |
With coleslaw macaroni candied sweets | M |
Coffee and apple pie You go out full | Z |
The end is isn t it all that really matters | M |
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And even and intrepid come | E |
The tender boots of night to home | U2 |
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Her body is like new brown bread | C2 |
Under the Woolworth mignonette | C2 |
Her body is a honey bowl | Z |
Whose waiting honey is deep and hot | C2 |
Her body is like summer earth | V2 |
Receptive soft and absolute | C2 |
Gwendolyn Brooks
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