Every Thing Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDECEDFGFG HIHJJIKKLM NOOOP QRRSQS TTUQ VWWV XXYYZA2B2C2D2E2E2D2A 2Z F2F2BBOOG2G2 H2H2I2I2J2K2QL2QL2

Since man has been articulateA
Mechanical improvidently wiseB
Servant of FateA
He has not understood the little criesB
And foreign conversations of the smallC
Delightful creatures that have followed himD
Not far behindE
Has failed to hear the sympathetic callC
Of Crockery and Cutlery those kindE
Reposeful TeraphimD
Of his domestic happiness the StoolF
He sat on or the Door he entered throughG
He has not thanked them overbearing foolF
What is he coming toG
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But you should listen to the talk of theseH
Honest they are and patient they have keptI
Served him without his Thank you or his PleaseH
I often heardJ
The gentle Bed a sigh between each wordJ
Murmuring before I sleptI
The Candle as I blew it cried aloudK
Then bowedK
And in a smoky argumentL
Into the darkness wentM
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The Kettle puffed a tentacle of breathN
' Pooh I have boiled his water I don't knowO
Why and he always says I boil too slowO
He never calls me 'Sukie dear ' and ohO
I wonder why I squander my desireP
Sitting submissive on his fire '-
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Now the old Copper Basin suddenlyQ
Rattled and tumbled from the shelfR
Bumping and crying ' I can fall by myselfR
Without a woman's handS
To patronize and coax and flatter meQ
I understandS
The lean and poise of gravitable land '-
It gave a raucous and tumultuous shoutT
Twisted itself convulsively aboutT
Rested upon the foor and while I stareU
It stares and grins at meQ
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The old impetuous Gas above my headV
Begins irascibly to flare and fretW
Wheezing into its epileptic jetW
Reminding me I ought to go to bedV
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The Rafters creak an Empty Cupboard doorX
Swings open now a wild Plank of the floorX
Breaks from its joist and leaps behind my footY
Down from the chimney half a pound of SootY
Tumbles and lies and shakes itself againZ
The Putty cracks against hte window paneA2
A piece of Paper in the basket shovesB2
Another piece and toward the bottom movesC2
My independent Pencil while I writeD2
Breaks at the point the ruminating ClockE2
Stirs all its body and begins to rockE2
Warning the waiting presence of the NightD2
Strikes the dead hour and tumbles to the plainA2
Ticking of ordinary work againZ
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You do well to remind me and I praiseF2
Your strangely individual foreign waysF2
You call me from myself to recognizeB
Companionship in your unselfish eyesB
I want your dear acquaintances althoughO
I pass you arrogantly over throwO
Your lovely sounds and squander them alongG2
My busy days I 'll do you no more wrongG2
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Purr for me Sukie like a faithful catH2
You my well trampled Boots and you my HatH2
Remain my friends I feel though I don't speakI2
Your touch grow kindlier from week to weekI2
It well becomes our mutual happinessJ2
To go toward the same end more or lessK2
There is not much dissimilarityQ
Not much to choose I know it well in fineL2
Between the purposes of you and meQ
And your eventual Rubbish Heap and mineL2

Harold Monro



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