A Piccaninny Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AAA BBB CCC DDD BBB EEE DDD BBB AFF BBB CCC EEE DDD BBB CCC GGG EEE DDD CCC BBB HHH EEE CCC FFF FFF FFF EEE DDD CCCC FFF DDD

Lo by the humpy door a smockless VenusA
Unblushing bronze she shrinks not having seen usA
Though there is nought but short couch grass between usA
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She hath no polonaise no Dolly VardenB
Yet turns she not away nor asketh pardonB
Fact is she doesn't care a copper fardenB
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Ah yet her age her reputation sparethC
At three years old pert Venus little carethC
She puts her hand upon her hip and starethC
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All unabashed unhaberdashed unheedingD
No Medicean charmingly recedingD
But quite unconscious of improper breedingD
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'Tis well it smacks of Eden ere came sin inB
Or any rag of consciousness or linenB
Or anything that one could stick a pin inB
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Could boundaries be neater posture meeterE
Could bronze antique or terra cotta beat herE
Saw ever artist any thing completerE
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A shade protuberant beyond contestingD
Where this day's 'possum is just now digestingD
But otherwise all over interestingD
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Trim without trimming furbelow or bow onB
Was ever sable skin with such a glow onB
So darkly soft so softly sleek and so onB
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Was ever known so dark so bright an irisA
Where sleep of light but never play of fire isF
Where not a soup on of a wild desire isF
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O swarthy statuette hast thou no notionB
That life is fire and war and wild commotionB
A burning bush a chafed and raging oceanB
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Hast thou no questioning of what's before theeC
Of who shall envy thee or who adore theeC
Or whose the jealous weapon that shall score theeC
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Hast thou no faint prevision of disasterE
Of dark abduction from thy lord and masterE
Of aliens fleeing kindred following fasterE
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No faint forehearing of the waddies bangingD
Of club and heelaman together clangingD
War shouts and universal boomerangingD
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And thou the bone of all the fierce contentionB
The direful spring of broken nosed dissensionB
A Helen in the nigger apprehensionB
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Nay my black tulip I congratulate theeC
Thou canst not guess the troubles that await theeC
Nor carest who shall love or who shall hate theeC
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Recking as little of the human passionsG
As of the very latest Paris fashionsG
And soaring not beyond thy daily rationsG
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Die young for mercy's sake If thou grow olderE
Thou shalt grow lean at calf and sharp at shoulderE
And daily greedier and daily bolderE
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A pipe between thy savage grinders thrustingD
For rum and everlasting 'baccy lustingD
And altogether filthy and disgustingD
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Just such another as the dam that bore theeC
That haggard Sycorax now bending o'er theeC
Die young my sable pippin I implore theeC
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Why shouldst thou live to know deteriorationB
To walk a spectre of emaciationB
To grow like that all over corrugationB
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A trifle miscellaneous like her tooH
An object not de luxe and not de vertuH
A being odious even to refer toH
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Her childhood too like thine was soft and tenderE
Her womanhood hath nought to recommend herE
At thirty she is not of any genderE
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Oh dusky fondling let the warning teach theeC
Through muddiest brain pulp may the lesson reach theeC
Oh die of something fatal I beseech theeC
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While yet thou wear'st the crown of morning gracesF
While yet the touch of dawn upon thy face isF
Back little nigger to the night's embracesF
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Hope nought each year some new defect disclosesF
As sure as o'er thy mouth thy little nose isF
Thy only hope is in metempsychosisF
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Who knows but after some few short gradationsF
After a brace or so of generationsF
We two may have exchanged our hues and stationsF
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Methinks I see thee suddenly grow biggerE
White in the face and stately in the figureE
And I a miserable little niggerE
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Should this be thus oh come not moralisingD
Approach not thou my humpy poetisingD
Spare thine Iambics and apostrophisingD
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Let subtle nature if it suit her black meC
Let vesture lack me bigger niggers whack meC
Let hunger rack me let disaster track meC
And anguish hoist me to her highest acmeC
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Let me bear all thine incidental cursesF
Nor share the smallest of thy scanty merciesF
But put me not oh put me not in versesF
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She grins She heedeth not advice or warningD
Alike philosophy and triplets scorningD
Adieu then Fare thee well Ta ta Good morningD

James Brunton Stephens



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