On An Apple-ripe September Morning Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DBAB CBBB BEFG ABBB BHIJ BKLK BBMBOn an apple ripe September morning | A |
Through the mist chill fields I went | B |
With a pitch fork on my shoulder | C |
Less for use than for devilment | B |
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The threshing mill was set up I knew | D |
In Cassidy's haggard last night | B |
And we owed them a day at the threshing | A |
Since last year O it was delight | B |
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To be paying bills of laughter | C |
And chaffy gossip in kind | B |
With work thrown in to ballast | B |
The fantasy soaring mind | B |
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As I crossed the wooden bridge I wondered | B |
As I looked into the drain | E |
If ever a summer morning should find me | F |
Shovelling up eels again | G |
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And I thought of the wasps' nest in the bank | A |
And how I got chased one day | B |
Leaving the drag and the scraw knife behind | B |
How I covered my face with hay | B |
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The wet leaves of the cocksfoot | B |
Polished my boots as I | H |
Went round by the glistening bog holes | I |
Lost in unthinking joy | J |
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I'll be carrying bags to day I mused | B |
The best job at the mill | K |
With plenty of time to talk of our loves | L |
As we wait for the bags to fill | K |
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Maybe Mary might call round | B |
And then I came to the haggard gate | B |
And I knew as I entered that I had come | M |
Through fields that were part of no earthly estate | B |
Patrick Kavanagh
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