Part 5 Of Trout Fishing In America Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B C D E F G H I J G K L A G F M G N O P Q R S K T U V W X O G Y T G Z A2 G A2 B2 C2 T X D2 Q A Y E2 F2 G2 G H2 Y A I2 J2 G A Y K2 L2WORSEWICK | A |
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Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy Somebody put some | B |
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boards across the creek That was it | C |
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The boards dammed up the creek enough to form a huge | D |
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bathtub there and the creek flowed over the top of the boards | E |
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invited like a postcard to the ocean a thousand miles away | F |
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As I said Worsewick was nothing fancy not like the | G |
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places where the swells go There were no buildings around | H |
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We saw an old shoe lying by the tub | I |
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The hot springs came down off a hill and where they flowed | J |
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there was a bright orange scum through the sagebrush The | G |
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hot springs flowed into the creek right there at the tub and | K |
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that' s where it was nice | L |
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We parked our car on the dirt road and went down and took | A |
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off our clothes then we took off the baby's clothes and the | G |
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deerflies had at us until we got into the water and then they | F |
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stopped | M |
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There was a green slime growing around the edges of the | G |
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tub and there were dozens of dead fish floating in our bath | N |
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Their bodies had been turned white by death like frost on | O |
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iron doors Their eyes were large and stiff | P |
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The fish had made the mistake of going down the creek too | Q |
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far and ending up in hot water singing When you lose your | R |
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money learn to lose | S |
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We played and relaxed in the water The green slime and | K |
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the dead fish played and relaxed with us and flowed out over | T |
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us and entwined themselves about us | U |
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Splashing around in that hot water with my woman I began | V |
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to get ideas as they say After a while I placed my body in | W |
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such a position in the water that the baby could not see my | X |
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hard on | O |
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I did this by going deeper and deeper in the water like a | G |
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dinosaur and letting the green slime and dead fish cover me | Y |
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over | T |
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My woman took the baby out of the water and gave her a | G |
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bottle and put her back in the car The baby was tired It was | Z |
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really time for her to take a nap | A2 |
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My woman took a blanket out of the car and covered up the | G |
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windows that faced the hot springs She put the blanket ontop | A2 |
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of the car and then lay rocks on the blanket to hold it in place | B2 |
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I remember her standing there by the car | C2 |
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Then she came back to the water and the deerflies were | T |
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at her and then it was my turn After a while she said I | X |
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don't have my diaphragm with me and besides it wouldn't | D2 |
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work in the water anyway I think it's a good idea if you | Q |
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don't come inside me What do you think | A |
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I thought this over and said all right I didn't want any | Y |
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more kids for a long time The green slime and dead fish | E2 |
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were all about our bodies | F2 |
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I remember a dead fish floated under her neck I waited | G2 |
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for it to come up on the other side and it came up on the | G |
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other side | H2 |
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Worsewick was nothing fancy | Y |
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Then I came and just cleared her in a split secondlike | A |
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an airplane in the movies pulling out of a nosedive and sail | I2 |
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ing over the roof of a school | J2 |
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My sperm came out into the water unaccustomed to the | G |
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light and instantly it became a misty stringy kind of thing | A |
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and swirled out like a falling star and I saw a dead fishcome | Y |
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forward and float into my sperm bending it in the middle | K2 |
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His eyes were stiff like iron | L2 |
Richard Brautigan
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