The Drunken Fisherman Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDD EEFGHHII JKCCLLHH HHMMHHII NNCCOHOH| Wallowing in this bloody sty | A |
| I cast for fish that pleased my eye | A |
| Truly Jehovah's bow suspends | B |
| No pots of gold to weight its ends | B |
| Only the blood mouthed rainbow trout | C |
| Rose to my bait They flopped about | C |
| My canvas creel until the moth | D |
| Corrupted its unstable cloth | D |
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| A calendar to tell the day | E |
| A handkerchief to wave away | E |
| The gnats a couch unstuffed with storm | F |
| Pouching a bottle in one arm | G |
| A whiskey bottle full of worms | H |
| And bedroom slacks are these fit terms | H |
| To mete the worm whose molten rage | I |
| Boils in the belly of old age | I |
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| Once fishing was a rabbit's foot | J |
| O wind blow cold O wind blow hot | K |
| Let suns stay in or suns step out | C |
| Life danced a jig on the sperm whale's spout | C |
| The fisher's fluent and obscene | L |
| Catches kept his conscience clean | L |
| Children the raging memory drools | H |
| Over the glory of past pools | H |
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| Now the hot river ebbing hauls | H |
| Its bloody waters into holes | H |
| A grain of sand inside my shoe | M |
| Mimics the moon that might undo | M |
| Man and Creation too remorse | H |
| Stinking has puddled up its source | H |
| Here tantrums thrash to a whale's rage | I |
| This is the pot hole of old age | I |
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| Is there no way to cast my hook | N |
| Out of this dynamited brook | N |
| The Fisher's sons must cast about | C |
| When shallow waters peter out | C |
| I will catch Christ with a greased worm | O |
| And when the Prince of Darkness stalks | H |
| My bloodstream to its Stygian term | O |
| On water the Man Fisher walks | H |
Robert Lowell
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