The Generations Of Men Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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A governor it was proclaimed this timeA
When all who would come seeking in New HampshireB
Ancestral memories might come togetherB
And those of the name Stark gathered in BowC
A rock strewn town where farming has fallen offD
And sprout lands flourish where the axe has goneE
Someone had literally run to earthF
In an old cellar hole in a by roadG
The origin of all the family thereH
Thence they were sprung so numerous a tribeI
That now not all the houses left in townJ
Made shift to shelter them without the helpK
Of here and there a tent in grove and orchardL
They were at Bow but that was not enoughM
Nothing would do but they must fix a dayN
To stand together on the crater's vergeO
That turned them on the world and try to fathomP
The past and get some strangeness out of itQ
But rain spoiled all The day began uncertainR
With clouds low trailing and moments of rain that mistedQ
The young folk held some hope out to each otherB
Till well toward noon when the storm settled downJ
With a swish in the grass What if the othersS
Are there they said It isn't going to rainT
Only one from a farm not far awayN
Strolled thither not expecting he would findQ
Anyone else but out of idlenessU
One and one other yes for there were twoV
The second round the curving hillside roadQ
Was a girl and she halted some way offD
To reconnoitre and then made up her mindQ
At least to pass by and see who he wasW
And perhaps hear some word about the weatherB
This was some Stark she didn't know He noddedQ
No f te to day he saidQ
It looks that wayN
She swept the heavens turning on her heelX
I only idled downJ
I idled downJ
Provision there had been for just such meetingY
Of stranger cousins in a family treeZ
Drawn on a sort of passport with the branchA2
Of the one bearing it done in detailB2
Some zealous one's laborious deviceC2
She made a sudden movement toward her bodiceD2
As one who clasps her heart They laughed togetherB
Stark he inquired No matter for the proofE2
Yes Stark And youV
I'm Stark He drew his passportQ
You know we might not be and still be cousinsF2
The town is full of Chases Lowes and BaileysG2
All claiming some priority in StarknessD2
My mother was a Lane yet might have marriedQ
Anyone upon earth and still her childrenR
Would have been Starks and doubtless here to dayN
You riddle with your genealogyZ
Like a Viola I don't follow youV
I only mean my mother was a StarkH2
Several times over and by marrying fatherB
No more than brought us back into the nameI2
One ought not to be thrown into confusionR
By a plain statement of relationshipJ2
But I own what you say makes my head spinK2
You take my card you seem so good at such thingsL2
And see if you can reckon our cousinshipJ2
Why not take seats here on the cellar wallM2
And dangle feet among the raspberry vinesN2
Under the shelter of the family treeZ
Just so that ought to be enough protectionR
Not from the rain I think it's going to rainT
It's rainingY
No it's misting let's be fairH
Does the rain seem to you to cool the eyesO2
The situation was like this the roadQ
Bowed outward on the mountain half way upJ2
And disappeared and ended not far offD
No one went home that way The only houseP2
Beyond where they were was a shattered seedpodQ
And below roared a brook hidden in treesG2
The sound of which was silence for the placeQ2
This he sat listening to till she gave judgmentQ
On father's side it seems we're let me seeZ
Don't be too technical You have three cardsR2
Four cards one yours three mine one for each branchA2
Of the Stark family I'm a member ofS2
D'you know a person so related to herselfT2
Is supposed to be madQ
I may be madQ
You look so sitting out here in the rainT
Studying genealogy with meZ
You never saw before What will we come toV
With all this pride of ancestry we YankeesG2
I think we're all mad Tell me why we're hereU2
Drawn into town about this cellar holeV2
Like wild geese on a lake before a stormW2
What do we see in such a hole I wonderB
The Indians had a myth of ChicamoztocY
Which means The Seven Caves that We Came out ofS2
This is the pit from which we Starks were diggedV
You must be learned That's what you see in itV
And what do you seeZ
Yes what do I seeZ
First let me look I see raspberry vinesN2
Oh if you're going to use your eyes just hearU2
What I see It's a little little boyX2
As pale and dim as a match flame in the sunR
He's groping in the cellar after jamY2
He thinks it's dark and it's flooded with daylightV
He's nothing Listen When I lean like thisD2
I can make out old Grandsir Stark distinctlyZ
With his pipe in his mouth and his brown jugY
Bless you it isn't Grandsir Stark it's GrannyZ
But the pipe's there and smoking and the jugY
She's after cider the old girl she's thirstyZ
Here's hoping she gets her drink and gets out safelyZ
Tell me about her Does she look like meZ
She should shouldn't she you're so many timesZ2
Over descended from her I believeA3
She does look like you Stay the way you areB3
The nose is just the same and so's the chinK2
Making allowance making due allowanceC3
You poor dear great great great great GrannyZ
See that you get her greatness right Don't stint herB
Yes it's important though you think it isn'tV
I won't be teased But see how wet I amY2
Yes you must go we can't stay here for everB
But wait until I give you a hand upJ2
A bead of silver water more or lessD3
Strung on your hair won't hurt your summer looksE3
I wanted to try something with the noiseF3
That the brook raises in the empty valleyZ
We have seen visions now consult the voicesG3
Something I must have learned riding in trainsH3
When I was young I used the roarI3
To set the voices speaking out of itV
Speaking or singing and the band music playingY
Perhaps you have the art of what I meanJ3
I've never listened in among the soundsK3
That a brook makes in such a wild descentV
It ought to give a purer oracleL3
It's as you throw a picture on a screenJ3
The meaning of it all is out of youV
The voices give you what you wish to hearU2
Strangely it's anything they wish to giveM3
Then I don't know It must be strange enoughM
I wonder if it's not your make believeA3
What do you think you're like to hear to dayV
From the sense of our having been togetherB
But why take time for what I'm like to hearU2
I'll tell you what the voices really sayV
You will do very well right where you areB3
A little longer I mustn't feel too hurriedV
Or I can't give myself to hear the voicesG3
Is this some trance you are withdrawing intoV
You must be very still you mustn't talkY
I'll hardly breatheN3
The voices seem to sayV
I'm waitingY
Don't The voices seem to sayV
Call her Nausicaa the unafraidV
Of an acquaintance made adventurouslyL3
I let you say that on considerationR
I don't see very well how you can help itV
You want the truth I speak but by the voicesG3
You see they know I haven't had your nameI2
Though what a name should matter between usU
I shall suspectV
Be good The voices sayV
Call her Nausicaa and take a timberB
That you shall find lies in the cellar charredV
Among the raspberries and hew and shape itV
For a door sill or other corner pieceO3
In a new cottage on the ancient spotV
The life is not yet all gone out of itV
And come and make your summer dwelling hereU2
And perhaps she will come still unafraidV
And sit before you in the open doorI3
With flowers in her lap until they fadeV
But not come in across the sacred sillL3
I wonder where your oracle is tendingY
You can see that there's something wrong with itV
Or it would speak in dialect Whose voiceP3
Does it purport to speak in Not old Grandsir'sP3
Nor Granny's surely Call up one of themQ3
They have best right to be heard in this placeP3
You seem so partial to our great grandmotherB
Nine times removed Correct me if I errH
You will be likely to regard as sacredV
Anything she may say But let me warn youV
Folks in her day were given to plain speakingY
You think you'd best tempt her at such a timeA
It rests with us always to cut her offD
Well then it's Granny speaking 'I dunnowR
Mebbe I'm wrong to take it as I doV
There ain't no names quite like the old ones thoughR3
Nor never will be to my way of thinkingY
One mustn't bear too hard on the new comersP3
But there's a dite too many of them for comfortV
I should feel easier if I could seeP3
More of the salt wherewith they're to be saltedV
Son you do as you're told You take the timberB
It's as sound as the day when it was cutV
And begin over' There she'd better stopJ2
You can see what is troubling Granny thoughR3
But don't you think we sometimes make too muchS3
Of the old stock What counts is the idealsP3
And those will bear some keeping still aboutV
I can see we are going to be good friendsP3
I like your 'going to be ' You said just nowR
It's going to rainR
I know and it was rainingY
I let you say all that But I must go nowR
You let me say it on considerationR
How shall we say good bye in such a caseP3
How shall weP3
Will you leave the way to meP3
No I don't trust your eyes You've said enoughM
Now give me your hand up Pick me that flowerB
Where shall we meet againR
Nowhere but hereU2
Once more before we meet elsewhereH
In rainR
It ought to be in rain Sometime in rainR
In rain to morrow shall we if it rainsP3
But if we must in sunshine So she wentV

Robert Lee Frost



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