Wash Lowry's Reminiscence Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEFGHGH IJIJKLKL MMMMNMIM OPQPRNRN STSTUPU MGMGMVMV EMEMWIWI MPMPXYXY MNMNZGZG MA2MA2PB2PB2 MJMJTC2TC2

And you're the poet of this concernA
I've seed your name in printB
A dozen times but I'll be dernA
I'd 'a' never 'a' took the hintB
O' the size you are fer I'd pictured youC
A kind of a tallish manD
Dark complected and sallor tooC
And on the consumpted planD
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'Stid o' that you're little and smallE
With a milk and water faceF
'Thout no snap in your eyes at allE
Er nothin' to suit the caseF
Kind o'look like a I don't knowG
One o' these fair ground chapsH
That runs a thingamajig to blowG
Er a candy stand perhapsH
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'Ll I've allus thought that poetryI
Was a sort of a some diseaseJ
Fer I knowed a poet once and heI
Was techy and hard to pleaseJ
And moody like and kindo' sadK
And didn't seem to mixL
With other folks like his health was badK
Er his liver out o' fixL
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Used to teach fer a livelihoodM
There's folks in Pipe Crick yitM
Remembers him and he was goodM
At cipherin' I'll admitM
And posted up in G'ographyN
But when it comes to tactM
And gittin' along with the school you seeI
He fizzled and that's a factM
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Boarded with us fer fourteen monthsO
And in all that time I'll sayP
We never catched him a sleepin' onceQ
Er idle a single dayP
But shucks It made him worse and worseR
A writin' rhymes and stuffN
And the school committee used to furseR
'At the school warn't good enoughN
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He warn't as strict as he ought to beenS
And never was known to whipT
Or even to keep a scholard inS
At work at his penmanshipT
'Stid o' that he'd learn 'em notesU
And have 'em every dayP
Spilin' hymns and a splittin' th'oatsU
With his 'Do sol fa me ra '-
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Tel finally it was jest agreedM
We'd have to let him goG
And we all felt bad we did indeedM
When we come to tell him soG
Fer I remember he turned so whiteM
And smiled so sad somehowV
I someway felt it wasn't rightM
And I'm shore it wasn't nowV
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He hadn't no complaints at allE
He bid the school adieuM
And all o' the scholards great and smallE
Was mighty sorry tooM
And when he closed that afternoonW
They sung some lines that heI
Had writ a purpose to some old tuneW
That suited the case you seeI
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And then he lingered and delayedM
And wouldn't go awayP
And shet himself in his room and stayedM
A writin' from day to dayP
And kep' a gittin' stranger stillX
And thinner all the timeY
You know as any feller willX
On nothin' else but rhymeY
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He didn't seem adzactly rightM
Er like he was crossed in loveN
He'd work away night after nightM
And walk the floor aboveN
We'd hear him read and talk and singZ
So lonesome like and lowG
My woman's cried like ever'thingZ
'Way in the night you knowG
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And when at last he tuck to bedM
He'd have his ink and penA2
'So's he could coat the muse' he saidM
'He'd die contented then'A2
And jest before he past awayP
He read with dyin' gazeB2
The epitaph that stands to dayP
To show you where he laysB2
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And ever sence then I've allus thoughtM
That poetry's some diseaseJ
And them like you that's got it oughtM
To watch their q's and p'sJ
And leave the sweets of rhyme to supT
On the wholesome draughts of toilC2
And git your health recruited upT
By plowin' in rougher soilC2

James Whitcomb Riley



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