A Secret Gratitude Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABC DEFGHIJG KCLGMNMOC CPQRSTNUVFFCNW XYPZA2B2FNEC2HD2E2 OUF2 B2MVC2G2MC2H2C2I2EJ2 K2L2NM2EC2 LVN2N2O2C2C2 EO2N2B2 EC2O N2EP2Q2C2C2N R2ES2EO2T2 U2NV2| A | |
| She cleaned house and then lay down long | B |
| On the long stair | C |
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| On one of those cold white wings | D |
| That the strange fowl provide for us like one hillside of the sea | E |
| That cautery of snow that blinds us | F |
| Pitiless light | G |
| One winter afternoon | H |
| Fair near the place where she sank down with one wing broken | I |
| Three friends and I were caught | J |
| Stalk still in the light | G |
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| Five of the lights Why should they care for our eyes | K |
| Five deer stood there | C |
| They looked back a good minute | L |
| They knew us all right | G |
| Four chemical accidents of horror pausing | M |
| Between one suicide or another | N |
| On the passing wing | M |
| Of an angel that cared no more for our biology our pity and our pain | O |
| Than we care | C |
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| Why should any mere multitude of the angels care | C |
| To lay one blind white plume down | P |
| On this outermost limit of something that is probably no more | Q |
| Than an aphid | R |
| An aphid which is one of the angels whose wings toss the black pears | S |
| Of tears down on the secret shores | T |
| Of the seas in the corner | N |
| Of a poet s closed eye | U |
| Why should five deer | V |
| Gaze back at us | F |
| They gazed back at us | F |
| Afraid and yet they stood there | C |
| More alive than we four in their terror | N |
| In their good time | W |
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| We had a dog | X |
| We could have got other dogs | Y |
| Two or three dogs could have taken turns running and dragging down | P |
| Those fleet lights whose tails must look as mysterious as the | Z |
| Stars in Los Angeles | A2 |
| We are men | B2 |
| It doesn t even satisfy us | F |
| To kill one another | N |
| We are a smear of obscenity | E |
| On the lake whose only peace | C2 |
| Is a hole where the moon | H |
| Abandoned us that poor | D2 |
| Girl who can t leave us alone | E2 |
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| If I were the moon I would shrink into a sand grain | O |
| In the corner of the poet s eye | U |
| While there s still room | F2 |
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| We are men | B2 |
| We are capable of anything | M |
| We could have killed every one of those deer | V |
| The very moon of lovers tore herself with the agony of a wounded tigress | C2 |
| Out of our side | G2 |
| We can kill anything | M |
| We can kill our own bodies | C2 |
| Those deer on the hillside have no idea what in hell | H2 |
| We are except murderers | C2 |
| They know that much and don t think | I2 |
| They don t | E |
| Man s heart is the rotten yolk of a blacksnake egg | J2 |
| Corroding as it is just born in a pile of dead | K2 |
| Horse dung | L2 |
| I have no use for the human creature | N |
| He subtly extracts pain awake in his own kind | M2 |
| I am born one out of an accidental hump of chemistry | E |
| I have no use | C2 |
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| But | L |
| We didn t set dogs on the deer | V |
| Even though we know | N2 |
| As well as you know | N2 |
| We could have got away with it | O2 |
| Because | C2 |
| Who cares | C2 |
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| Boissevain who was he | E |
| Was he human I doubt it | O2 |
| From what I know | N2 |
| Of men | B2 |
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| Who was he | E |
| Hobbling with his dry eyes | C2 |
| Along in the rain | O |
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| I think he must have fallen down like the plumes of new snow | N2 |
| I think he must have fallen into the grass I think he | E |
| Must surely have grown around | P2 |
| Her wings gathering and being gathered | Q2 |
| Leaf string anything she could use | C2 |
| To build her still home of songs | C2 |
| Within sound of water | N |
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| By God come to that I would have married her too | R2 |
| If I d got the chance and she d let me | E |
| Think of that Being alive with a girl | S2 |
| Who could turn into a laurel tree | E |
| Whenever she felt like it | O2 |
| Think of that | T2 |
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| Outside my window just now | U2 |
| I can hear a small waterfall rippling antiphonally down over | N |
| The stones of my poem | V2 |
James Arlington Wright
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