The Upstairs Room Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLMF

It must have been in March the rug wore throughA
Now the day passes and I stareB
At warped pine boards my father's father nailedC
At the twisted grain Exposed where emptiness allowsD
Are the wormholes of eighty years four generations' shoesE
Stumble and scrape and fallF
To the floor my father stainedG
The new blood streaming from his head The driftH
Of autumn fires and a century's cigars that gun'sI
Magnanimous and brutal smoke endureJ
In March the rug was ragged as the past The threadK
rots like the lives we fasten on Now it is AugustL
And the floor is blank worn smoothM
And for my life imperishableF

Weldon Kees



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