The Months Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDE FGHI JKLM A NIFO PQRC STUV W XYZL BBVA2 B2C2D2F F VIFE2 TF2G2H2 I2KJ2V K2 FFGL2 M2FN2V O2C2P2M2 Q2 R2S2FT2 U2R2C2F NFV2M F W2X2G2H VHGH HRR2Y2 Z2 A3B3C3U IHFF R2D3R2H V HHR2V T2R2HV2 E3F3FG3 V FHH3F R2HI3I IJ3K3H V HL3M3C N3RO3F P3O2HI V VQ3HR3 S3J3HV T3U3HHJanuary | A |
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Contorted by wind | B |
mere armatures for ice or snow | C |
the trees resolve | D |
to endure for now | E |
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they will leaf out in April | F |
And I must be as patient | G |
as the trees | H |
a winter resolution | I |
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I break all over again | J |
as the cold presses | K |
its sharp blade | L |
against my throat | M |
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February | A |
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After endless | N |
hibernation | I |
on the windowsill | F |
the orchid blooms | O |
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embroidered purple stitches | P |
up and down | Q |
a slender stem | R |
Outside snow | C |
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melts midair | S |
to rain | T |
Abbreviated month | U |
Every kind of weather | V |
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March | W |
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When the Earl King came | X |
to steal away the child | Y |
in Goethe's poem the father said | Z |
don't be afraid | L |
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it's just the wind | B |
As if it weren't the wind | B |
that blows away the tender | V |
fragments of this world | A2 |
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leftover leaves in the corners | B2 |
of the garden a Lenten Rose | C2 |
that thought it safe | D2 |
to bloom so early | F |
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April | F |
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In the pastel blur | V |
of the garden | I |
the cherry | F |
and redbud | E2 |
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shake rain | T |
from their delicate | F2 |
shoulders as petals | G2 |
of pink | H2 |
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dogwood | I2 |
wash down the ditches | K |
in dreamlike | J2 |
rivers of color | V |
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May | K2 |
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May apple daffodil | F |
hyacinth lily | F |
and by the front | G |
porch steps | L2 |
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every billowing | M2 |
shade of purple | F |
and lavender lilac | N2 |
my mother's favorite flower | V |
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sweet breath drifting through | O2 |
the open windows | C2 |
perfume of memory conduit | P2 |
of spring | M2 |
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June | Q2 |
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The June bug | R2 |
on the screen door | S2 |
whirs like a small | F |
ugly machine | T2 |
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and a chorus of frogs | U2 |
and crickets drones like Musak | R2 |
at all the windows | C2 |
What we don't quite see | F |
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comforts us | N |
Blink of lightning grumble | F |
of thunder just the heat | V2 |
clearing its throat | M |
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July | F |
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Tonight the fireflies | W2 |
light their brief | X2 |
candles | G2 |
in all the trees | H |
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of summer | V |
color of moonflakes | H |
color of fluorescent | G |
lace | H |
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where the ocean drags | H |
its torn hem | R |
over the dark | R2 |
sand | Y2 |
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August | Z2 |
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Barefoot | A3 |
and sun dazed | B3 |
I bite into this ripe peach | C3 |
of a month | U |
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gathering children | I |
into my arms | H |
in all their sandy | F |
glory | F |
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heaping | R2 |
my table each night | D3 |
with nothing | R2 |
but corn and tomatoes | H |
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September | V |
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Their summer romance | H |
over the lovers | H |
still cling | R2 |
to each other | V |
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the way the green | T2 |
leaves cling | R2 |
to their trees | H |
in the strange heat | V2 |
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of September as if | E3 |
this time | F3 |
there will be | F |
no autumn | G3 |
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October | V |
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How suddenly | F |
the woods | H |
have turned | H3 |
again I feel | F |
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like Daphne standing | R2 |
with my arms | H |
outstretched | I3 |
to the season | I |
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overtaken | I |
by color crowned | J3 |
with the hammered gold | K3 |
of leaves | H |
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November | V |
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These anonymous | H |
leaves their wet | L3 |
bodies pressed | M3 |
against the window | C |
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or falling past | N3 |
I count them | R |
in my sleep | O3 |
absolving gravity | F |
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absolving even death | P3 |
who knows as I do | O2 |
the imperatives | H |
of the season | I |
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December | V |
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The white dove of winter | V |
sheds its first | Q3 |
fine feathers | H |
they melt | R3 |
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as they touch | S3 |
the warm ground | J3 |
like notes | H |
of a once familiar | V |
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music the earth | T3 |
shivers and | U3 |
turns towards | H |
the solstice | H |
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