Belly Good Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIEJKLMNOPQER ESTNUKVUWXYZEETXA2TB 2C2| A heap of wheat says the Song of Songs | A |
| but I've never seen wheat in a pile | B |
| Apples potatoes cabbages carrots | C |
| make lumpy stacks but you are sleek | D |
| as a seal hauled out in the winter sun | E |
| I can see you as a great goose egg | F |
| or a single juicy and fully ripe peach | G |
| You swell like a natural grassy hill | H |
| You are symmetrical as a Hopewell mound | I |
| with the eye of the navel wide open | E |
| the eye of my apple the pear's port | J |
| window You're not supposed to exist | K |
| at all this decade You're to be flat | L |
| as a kitchen table so children with | M |
| roller skates can speed over you | N |
| like those sidewalks of my childhood | O |
| that each gave a different roar under | P |
| my wheels You're required to show | Q |
| muscle striations like the ocean | E |
| sand at ebb tide but brick hard | R |
| Clothing is not designed for women | E |
| of whose warm and flagrant bodies | S |
| you are a swelling part Yet I confess | T |
| I meditate with my hands folded on you | N |
| a maternal cushion radiating comfort | U |
| Even when I have been at my thinnest | K |
| you have never abandoned me but curled | V |
| round as a sleeping cat under my skirt | U |
| When I spread out so do you You like | W |
| to eat drink and bang on another belly | X |
| In anxiety I clutch you with nervous fingers | Y |
| as if you were a purse full of calm | Z |
| In my grandmother standing in the fierce sun | E |
| I see your cauldron that held eleven children | E |
| shaped under the tent of her summer dress | T |
| I see you in my mother at thirty | X |
| in her flapper gear skinny legs | A2 |
| and then you knocking on the tight dress | T |
| We hand you down like a prize feather quilt | B2 |
| You are our female shame and sunburst strength | C2 |
Marge Piercy
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