Next Day Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDBE FGHIGF JKLKKM JNJJOP QIRSIT UVWXVY ZA2B2C2A2Q D2JE2F2JG2 DWOJJJ DH2DJI2J

Moving from Cheer to Joy from Joy to AllA
I take a boxB
And add it to my wild rice my Cornish game hensC
The slacked or shorted basketed identicalD
Food gathering flocksB
Are selves I overlook Wisdom said William JamesE
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Is learning what to overlook And I am wiseF
If that is wisdomG
Yet somehow as I buy All from these shelvesH
And the boy takes it to my station wagonI
What I've becomeG
Troubles me even if I shut my eyesF
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When I was young and miserable and prettyJ
And poor I'd wishK
What all girls wish to have a husbandL
A house and children Now that I'm old my wishK
Is womanishK
That the boy putting groceries in my carM
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See me It bewilders me he doesn't see meJ
For so many yearsN
I was good enough to eat the world looked at meJ
And its mouth watered How often they have undressed meJ
The eyes of strangersO
And holding their flesh within my flesh their vileP
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Imaginings within my imaginingQ
I too have takenI
The chance of life Now the boy pats my dogR
And we start home Now I am goodS
The last mistakenI
Ecstatic accidental bliss the blindT
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Happiness that bursting leaves upon the palmU
Some soap and waterV
It was so long ago back in some GayW
Twenties Nineties I don't know Today I missX
My lovely daughterV
Away at school my sons away at schoolY
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My husband away at work I wish for themZ
The dog the maidA2
And I go through the sure unvarying daysB2
At home in them As I look at my lifeC2
I am afraidA2
Only that it will change as I am changingQ
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I am afraid this morning of my faceD2
It looks at meJ
From the rear view mirror with the eyes I hateE2
The smile I hate Its plain lined lookF2
Of gray discoveryJ
Repeats to me You're old That's all I'm oldG2
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And yet I'm afraid as I was at the funeralD
I went to yesterdayW
My friend's cold made up face granite among its flowersO
Her undressed operated on dressed bodyJ
Were my face and bodyJ
As I think of her and I hear her telling meJ
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How young I seem I am exceptionalD
I think of all I haveH2
But really no one is exceptionalD
No one has anything I'm anybodyJ
I stand beside my graveI2
Confused with my life that is commonplace and solitaryJ

Randall Jarrell



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