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 C2C2ZC2V2C2

Inamoratas with an approbationA
Bestowed his title Blessed his inclinationA
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He wakes unwinds elaborately a catB
Tawny reluctant royal He is fatB
And fine this morning Definite ReimbursedC
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He waits a moment he designs his reignD
That no performance may be plain or vainD
Then rises in a clear deliriumE
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He sheds with his pajamas shabby daysF
And his desertedness his intricate fear theG
Postponed resentments and the prim precautionsH
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Now at his bath would you deny him lavenderI
Or take away the power of his pineJ
What smelly substitute heady as wineJ
Would you provide life must be aromaticK
There must be scent somehow there must be someE
Would you have flowers in his life suggestL
Asters a Really Good geraniumE
A white carnation would you prescribe a ShowM
With the cold lilies formal chrysanthemumE
Magnificence poinsettias and emphaticK
Red of prize roses might his happiestN
Alternative you muse be after allO
A bit of gentle garden in the bestL
Of taste and straight tradition Maybe soM
But you forget or did you ever knowM
His heritage of cabbage and pigtailsM
Old intimacy with alleys garbage pailsM
Down in the deep but always beautiful SouthP
Where roses blush their blithest it is saidQ
And sweet magnolias put Chanel to shameR
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No He has not a flower to his nameR
Except a feather one for his lapelS
Apart from that if he should think of flowersM
It is in terms of dandelions or deathT
Ah there is little hope You might as wellS
Unless you care to set the world a boilU
And do a lot of equalizing thingsM
Remove a little ermine say from kingsM
Shake hands with paupers and appoint them menV
For instance certainly you might as wellS
Leave him his lotion lavender and oilU
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Let us proceed Let us inspect togetherI
With his meticulous and serious loveW
The innards of this closet Which is a vaultX
Whose glory is not diamonds not pearlsM
Not silver plate with just enough dull shineJ
But wonder suits in yellow and in wineJ
Sarcastic green and zebra striped cobaltX
With shoulder padding that is wideY
And cocky and determined as his prideY
Ballooning pants that taper off to endsM
Scheduled to choke preciselyZ
Here are hatsM
Like bright umbrellas and hysterical tiesM
Like narrow banners for some gathering warA2
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People are so in need in need of helpB2
People want so much that they do not knowM
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Below the tinkling trade of little coinsM
The gold impulse not possible to showM
Or spend Promise piled over and betrayedC2
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These kneaded limbs receive the kiss of silkD2
Then they receive the brave and beautifulE2
Embrace of some of that equivocal woolF2
He looks into his mirror loves himselfG2
The neat curve here the angularityC2
That is appropriate at just its placeM
The technique of a variegated graceM
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Here is all his sculpture and his artC2
And all his architectural designJ
Perhaps you would prefer to this a fineJ
Value of marble complicated stoneH2
Would have him think with horror of baroqueI2
Rococo You forget and you forgetC2
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He dances down the hotel steps that keepJ2
Remnants of last night s high life and distressM
As spat out purchased kisses and spilled beerK2
He swallows sunshine with a secret yelpB2
Passes to coffee and a roll or twoL2
Has breakfastedC2
Out Sounds about him smearK2
Become a unit He hears and does not hearM2
The alarm clock meddling in somebody s sleepJ2
Children s governed Sunday happinessM
The dry tone of a plane a woman s oathN2
Consumption s spiritless expectorationH2
An indignant robin s resolute donationH2
Pinching a track through apathy and dinH2
Restaurant vendors weeping and the LS
That comes on like a slightly horrible thoughtC2
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Pictures too as usual are blurredC2
He sees and does not see the broken windowsM
Hiding their shame with newsprint little girlO2
With ribbons decking wornness little boyP2
Wearing the trousers with the decentest patchQ2
To honor Sunday women on their wayR2
From service temperate holiness arrangedC2
Ably on asking faces men estrangedC2
From music and from wonder and from joyP2
But far familiar with the guiding aweS2
Of foodlessnessM
He loitersM
Restaurant vendorsM
Weep or out of them rolls a restless gleeZ
The Lonesome Blues the Long lost Blues I Want AG
Big Fat Mama Down these sore avenuesM
Comes no Saint Sa ns no piquant elusive GriegI2
And not Tschaikovsky s wayward eloquenceM
And not the shapely tender drift of BrahmsM
But could he love them Since a man must bringI2
To music what his mother spanked him forA2
When he was two bits of forgotten hateC2
Devotion whether or not his mattress hurtsM
The little dream his father humored the thingI2
His sister did for money what he ateC2
For breakfast and for dinner twenty yearsM
Ago last autumn all his skipped dessertsM
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The pasts of his ancestors lean againstC2
Him Crowd him Fog out his identityZ
Hundreds of hungers mingle with his ownH2
Hundreds of voices advise so dexterouslyZ
He quite considers his reactions hisM
Judges he walks most powerfully aloneH2
That everything is simply what it isM
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But movie time approaches time to booL2
The hero s kiss and boo the heroineH2
Whose ivory and yellow it is sinH2
For his eye to eat of The Mickey MouseM
However is for everyone in the houseM
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Squires his lady to dinner at Joe s EatsM
His lady alters as to leg and eyeT2
Thickness and height such minor points as theseM
From Sunday to Sunday But no matter whatC2
Her name or body positively she sM
In Queen Lace stockings with ambitious heelsM
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That strain to kiss the calves and vivid shoesM
Frontless and backless Chinese fingernailsM
Earrings three layers of lipstick intense hatC2
Dripping with the most voluble of veilsM
Her affable extremes are like sweet bombsM
About him whom no middle grace or goodC2
Could gratify He had no educationH2
In quiet arts of compromise He wouldC2
Not understand your counsels on control norA2
Thank you for your late troubleZ
At Joe s EatsM
You get your fish or chicken on meat plattersM
With coleslaw macaroni candied sweetsM
Coffee and apple pie You go out fullZ
The end is isn t it all that really mattersM
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And even and intrepid comeE
The tender boots of night to homeU2
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Her body is like new brown breadC2
Under the Woolworth mignonetteC2
Her body is a honey bowlZ
Whose waiting honey is deep and hotC2
Her body is like summer earthV2
Receptive soft and absoluteC2

Gwendolyn Brooks



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