This Compost Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDED FGHIEJ KLMNOPM QRSFTUVWDXYZOA2B2C2O D2OJ DE2F2DVG2H2I2J2K2DL2 DSOS M2LE2UJ2E2N2O2P2

SOMETHING startles me where I thought I was safestA
I withdraw from the still woods I lovedB
I will not go now on the pastures to walkC
I will not strip the clothes from my body to meet my lover the seaD
I will not touch my flesh to the earth as to other flesh to renewE
meD
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O how can it be that the ground does not sickenF
How can you be alive you growths of springG
How can you furnish health you blood of herbs roots orchardsH
grainI
Are they not continually putting distemper'd corpses within youE
Is not every continent work'd over and over with sour deadJ
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Where have you disposed of their carcassesK
Those drunkards and gluttons of so many generationsL
Where have you drawn off all the foul liquid and meatM
I do not see any of it upon you to day or perhaps I am deceiv'dN
I will run a furrow with my plough I will press my spade through theO
sod and turn it up underneathP
I am sure I shall expose some of the foul meatM
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Behold this compost behold it wellQ
Perhaps every mite has once form'd part of a sick person Yet beholdR
The grass of spring covers the prairiesS
The bean bursts noislessly through the mould in the gardenF
The delicate spear of the onion pierces upwardT
The apple buds cluster together on the apple branchesU
The resurrection of the wheat appears with pale visage out of itsV
gravesW
The tinge awakes over the willow tree and the mulberry treeD
The he birds carol mornings and evenings while the she birds sit onX
their nestsY
The young of poultry break through the hatch'd eggsZ
The new born of animals appear the calf is dropt from the cow theO
colt from the mareA2
Out of its little hill faithfully rise the potato's dark greenB2
leavesC2
Out of its hill rises the yellow maize stalk the lilacs bloom in theO
door yardsD2
The summer growth is innocent and disdainful above all those strataO
of sour deadJ
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What chemistryD
That the winds are really not infectiousE2
That this is no cheat this transparent green wash of the sea whichF2
is so amorous after meD
That it is safe to allow it to lick my naked body all over with itsV
tonguesG2
That it will not endanger me with the fevers that have depositedH2
themselves in itI2
That all is clean forever and foreverJ2
That the cool drink from the well tastes so goodK2
That blackberries are so flavorous and juicyD
That the fruits of the apple orchard and of the orange orchard thatL2
melons grapes peaches plums will none of them poison meD
That when I recline on the grass I do not catch any diseaseS
Though probably every spear of grass rises out of what was once aO
catching diseaseS
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Now I am terrified at the Earth it is that calm and patientM2
It grows such sweet things out of such corruptionsL
It turns harmless and stainless on its axis with such endlessE2
successions of diseas'd corpsesU
It distils such exquisite winds out of such infused fetorJ2
It renews with such unwitting looks its prodigal annual sumptuousE2
cropsN2
It gives such divine materials to men and accepts such leavings fromO2
them at lastP2

Walt Whitman



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