The Hotel Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDDEFDGHDDIJDIKLMN IDOJPKKDQARSKKDTUVJD DFDDDDTDWXEYWDQDDDKL IZDDAA2IB2DLC2IDDIBD 2DE2F2G2A2H2I2| The long resounding marble corridors the | A |
| shining parlors with shining women in | B |
| them | C |
| The French room with its gilt and garlands | D |
| under plump little tumbling painted loves' | D |
| The Turkish room with its jumble of many | E |
| carpets and its stiffly squared un Turkish | F |
| chairs | D |
| The English room all heavy crimson and gold | G |
| with spreading palms lifted high in round | H |
| green tubs | D |
| The electric lights in twos and threes and hundreds | D |
| made into festoons and spirals and | I |
| arabesques a maze and magic of bright | J |
| persistent radiance | D |
| The people sitting in corners by twos and | I |
| threes and cooing together under the glare | K |
| The long rows of silent people in chairs watching | L |
| with eyes that see not while the patient | M |
| band tangles the air with music | N |
| The bell boys marching in with cards and | I |
| shouting names over and over into ears | D |
| that do not heed | O |
| The stout and gorgeous dowagers in lacy white | J |
| and lilac bedizened with many jewels with | P |
| smart little scarlet or azure hats on their | K |
| gray streaked hair | K |
| The business men in trim and spotless suits | D |
| who walk in and out with eager steps or | Q |
| sit at the desks and tables or watch the | A |
| shining women | R |
| The telephone girls forever listening to far | S |
| voices with the silver band over their hair | K |
| and the little black caps obliterating their | K |
| ears | D |
| The telegraph tickers sounding their perpetual | T |
| chit chit chit from the uttermost ends of | U |
| the earth | V |
| The waiters in black swallow tails and white | J |
| aprons passing here and there with trays | D |
| of bottles and glasses | D |
| The quiet and sumptuous bar room with purplish | F |
| men softly drinking in little alcoves | D |
| while the bar keeper mixing bright liquors | D |
| is rapidly plying his bottles | D |
| The great bedecked and gilded caf with its | D |
| glitter of a thousand mirrors with its little | T |
| white tables bearing gluttonous dishes | D |
| whereto bright forks held by pampered | W |
| hands flicker daintily back and forth | X |
| The white tiled immaculate kitchen with many | E |
| little round blue fires where white clad | Y |
| cooks are making spiced and flavored | W |
| dishes | D |
| The cool cellars filled with meats and fruits or | Q |
| layered with sealed and bottled wines | D |
| mellowing softly in the darkness | D |
| The invisible stories of furnaces and machines | D |
| burrowing deep down into the earth where | K |
| grimy workmen are heavily laboring | L |
| The many windowed stories of little homes and | I |
| shelters and sleeping places reaching up | Z |
| into the night like some miraculous | D |
| highpiled honeycomb of wax white cells | D |
| The clothes inside of the cells the stuffs the | A |
| silks the laces the elaborate delicate | A2 |
| disguises that wait in trunks and drawers and | I |
| closets or bedrape and conceal human flesh | B2 |
| The people inside of the clothes the bodies | D |
| white and young bodies fat and bulging | L |
| bodies wrinkled and wan all alike veiled | C2 |
| by fine fabrics sheltered by walls and | I |
| roofs shut in from the sun and stars | D |
| The souls inside of the bodies the naked souls | D |
| souls weazened and weak or proud and | I |
| brave all imprisoned in flesh wrapped in | B |
| woven stuffs enclosed in thick and painted | D2 |
| masonry shut away with many shadows | D |
| from the shining truth | E2 |
| God inside of the souls God veiled and wrapped | F2 |
| and imprisoned and shadowed in fold on | G2 |
| fold of flesh and fabrics and mockeries but | A2 |
| ever alive struggling and rising again | H2 |
| seeking the light freeing the world | I2 |
Harriet Monroe
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