The Woman Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABC DADEDFGAFHIJKCLMAFN AAEE OAOFFAPAAALQRASTUTVA WVXTY IAZYYCYA2B2QACC2 AAY AD2YYFYQ E2FF2G2YDCAFAYH2D2AA YYYYI2D2FAYA YJ2K2YYL2AAA M2YN2YYALO2P2AI2Q2EY AY EQ2OL2OATFYE FYR2AFS2DDB2DT2DU2V2 DR2T2DP2DDDDDCAF2DDF W2ADTDAAACAADX2ZAQY2

Go sleep my sweetie rest restA
Oh soft little hand on mother's breastA
Oh soft little lips the din's mos' goneB
Over and done my dearie oneC
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What do I think my brother Look at meD
You make me laugh sitting there solemneyedA
Full of opinions theories asking meD
Look with my baby at my breast to tell youE
Blessed big uncle what I think heaven help meD
Of this and that How could you think I wonderF
If baby lips were tugging at your fleshG
Draining your life to flower the worldA
Dear brotherF
It's beautiful that masculine pride of yoursH
That runs the universe oh yes I knowI
And longs to run it well You travel observeJ
Experiment make laws and governmentsK
Build strange machines and masterfully summonC
The elemental powers to do your workL
Why so my girl here darling hope of the raceM
May pillow her round head in a softer bedA
And dance more lightly by and by God bless herF
Into her lover's armsN
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Ah precious hungry still my birdA
Coo coo yes darling mother heardA
Coo coo and is it trueE
Ever so trueE
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What do I thinkO
If I were arrogant extravagantA
As men have never been what would I thinkO
Now in this hour of pride with all the futureF
Safe in my arms Almost I might dare whisperF
That it's a woman's world do they not say itA
In the great book of science the new songP
Epic of truth Let me but hear the wordA
In reverence almost a woman's worldA
We hold the race within us we enfoldA
Life in our arms we do great nature's workL
So nature hoards and wastes for us they sayQ
Contrives our essence from her richer storeR
And makes the haughty male out of the restA
You among others with your politicsS
Your grand reforms your dreams Hush do you dareT
Follow from seedling sea drift up to manU
Life's long procession noting everywhereT
How the encompassing mother mothers usV
And leaves your kind to shiver and drone and dieA
Or else in pity the less vital tasksW
She gives you bids you serve us fight for usV
Even sing for us and cunningly contriveX
Is heavy with strange erections and the airT
Is noisy with ideasY
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Oh yes I knowI
You've got the upper hand you run the worldA
Think so at least at many an icy hearthZ
You do your will with us and we poor chattelsY
Meekly we take our fortune at your handsY
With never a royal word to prove us womenC
Not slaves Why do we yield abase ourselvesY
If we are nature's favorites till evenA2
The mighty mother who made us in her imageB2
Rejects us winnows her worthless chaff awayQ
Poor drudges eating the heart of the race for breadA
Poor puppets wilfully idle wilfully barrenC
Teasers of men riff raff and refuse allC2
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Why should we suffer this in a woman's worldA
Good God I wonder sometimes hang my headA
For our surrender Ah we clasp too closeY
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The burden on our hearts nor look abroadA
Through our long windy night of passion and painD2
And still at dawn we rub our sleepy eyesY
Here at the hearth with morning in our armsY
Pink dimpled baby morning look at herF
Waiting for you our powerful delegatesY
To chase the night awayQ
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But is it strangeE2
Think but a moment ask yourself my brotherF
You who tell me to think what is our lifeF2
Our woman's life Out of delicious youthG2
Murmurous odorous vague full of delightsY
Half won half apprehended suddenlyD
Like a still stream seized by the ruthless oceanC
We are drawn to the deeps Love marriage motherhoodA
We are drowned in the physical sensual washed overF
With tide on tide of feeling warm and redA
The heart's blood of the world Little pitilessY
Grip us within throttle us hold us downH2
Through the long moons of feebleness and painD2
Little souls adrift gathering out of the voidA
Bring us their nebulous dreams vague incoherentA
Far lightning flashes caught from flaming starsY
No longer free no more our own or yoursY
No longer of this world but of all worldsY
We are borne by the vast tide the tide of stormsY
Life irresistible universal deepI2
Out of that no man's land that isle of painD2
Where birth and death fight in the dark togetherF
For the new soul the new little infant worldA
Bearer of tidings saviour of the raceY
The childA
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Then wonder of wonders comesY
The change All glowing from his great white throneJ2
God stoops to us we see the splendor we hearK2
The thronging harps we feel here in our armsY
His presence forming softly clasping closeY
Into a little tender human thingL2
Our own ours ours Then suddenly for a momentA
We are swept away by joy magnificentA
And from high heaven watch the brave world go byA
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Read the old story it's our BethlehemM2
We couch in a manger bring forth young like beastsY
In blood and shame and agony and thenN2
Rise with the living God safe in our armsY
Well after that what are your grand affairsY
Your brave ideas your dreams We scarcely heedA
Your world building we leave you to your workL
Praising your strength your imperious leadershipO2
Your craft that skims the sea and wings theP2
And sends love words all round the girdled worldA
Before these blue eyes almost locked in sleepI2
Open to make the dawn Oh wonderfulQ2
Your power and cunning Should we envy youE
The triumph the high renown when in our armsY
We hold all life even you the doer the presentA
And this the ultimate future of our dreamsY
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Look she's asleep Isn't she a drop of dewE
Mirroring moonlight Or a velvet petalQ2
Dropped from the almond tree all pearly pinkO
That grows in Sahuaro Valley Or a springL2
Cool still where all the birds of the air shall drinkO
Before it flows through the wide fields of the worldA
The thick dark woods to wander who knows whereT
Love led love nourished Oh be wise for herF
My brother Smooth her flowery scented waysY
We give you this to doE
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But if you falterF
If blinded by the dust and smothered in spoilsY
You strive for trophies and forget the goalR2
Must I not rise out of my sheltered seatA
At last When I can empty my arms of herF
Turn from the happy garden where I dwellS2
And look over the world what do I seeD
Under the cloud capped towers and pinnaclesD
Cities I see where little children drudgeB2
The strength of the race away gaunt factoriesD
Where girls and boys are withered at the loomT2
The wheel the furnace festering tenementsD
Where babies tiny tender things like mineU2
Are born in filth and darkness to endureV2
Starved little wretched lives or die like ratsD
While their pale mothers earn a pitiful doleR2
By day and night in the one huddled roomT2
In sulphurous mines in roaring steam driven millsD
Where human hearts are broken on theP2
wheel In jails where law wreaks a self righteous vengeanceD
On the less masterful crimes in gaudy brothelsD
Where daughters of the race yes mine and yoursD
Once dewy in their mothers' arms like thisD
Rot into slaves of lust in all dark placesD
Unaware of love unvisited of the sunC
I count the agonies of our lorded worldA
I see that delicate lovely thing called lifeF2
My charge my woman's business God forgive meD
Crushed into clay mortared with blood and tearsD
For modern civilization huge sky scraperF
To tower its many windowed stories onW2
And through those glaring windows I beholdA
A riot of waste a sickening glut an orgyD
Life turned once more to loathing and despairT
So though I bear my baby in my armsD
Now must I tread the crowded ways of the worldA
Help me to rise give me your powerful handA
My brother lead me forth to do my partA
Too long content to rest here in my gardenC
Love sheltered Mea culpa I have sinnedA
Vast is the world our steel blown power driven worldA
Too huge a grand machine for half the raceD
To build and run and guard from rust and filthX2
While we the other half cling to the hearthZ
Selfishly guard our own and give no aidA
Through the long heat and burden of the dayQ
Now we are summoned for the hour is struckY2

Harriet Monroe



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