September, The First Day Of School Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEFF GHIJKL MNOIPP A QQRSTU KUVWXY UZA2FLP RI | A |
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My child and I hold hands on the way to school | B |
And when I leave him at the first grade door | C |
He cries a little but is brave he does | D |
Let go My selfish tears remind me how | E |
I cried before that door a life ago | F |
I may have had a hard time letting go | F |
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Each fall the children must endure together | G |
What every child also endures alone | H |
Learning the alphabet the integers | I |
Three dozen bits and pieces of a stuff | J |
So arbitrary so peremptory | K |
That worlds invisible and visible | L |
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Bow down before it as in Joseph's dream | M |
The sheaves bowed down and then the stars bowed down | N |
Before the dreaming of a little boy | O |
That dream got him such hatred of his brothers | I |
As cost the greater part of life to mend | P |
And yet great kindness came of it in the end | P |
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II | A |
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A school is where they grind the grain of thought | Q |
And grind the children who must mind the thought | Q |
It may be those two grindings are but one | R |
As from the alphabet come Shakespeare's Plays | S |
As from the integers comes Euler's Law | T |
As from the whole inseperably the lives | U |
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The shrunken lives that have not been set free | K |
By law or by poetic phantasy | U |
But may they be My child has disappeared | V |
Behind the schoolroom door And should I live | W |
To see his coming forth a life away | X |
I know my hope but do not know its form | Y |
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Nor hope to know it May the fathers he finds | U |
Among his teachers have a care of him | Z |
More than his father could How that will look | A2 |
I do not know I do not need to know | F |
Even our tears belong to ritual | L |
But may great kindness come of it in the end | P |
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Anonymous submission | R |
Howard Nemerov
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