Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE RHYMES OF IRONQUILL, by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I've allus held - till jest of late Last Line: As rhymes of ironquill! Alternate Author Name(s): Johnson Of Boone, Benj. F. Subject(s): Poetry & Poets; Rhyme | ||||||||
I'VE allus held -- till jest of late -- That Poetry and me Got on best, not to 'sociate -- That is, most poetry; But t'other day my son-in-law, Milt -- be'n in town to mill -- Fetched home a present-like, fer Ma, -- The Rhymes of Ironquill. Milt ust to teach; and, 'course, his views Ranks over common sense; -- That's biased me, till I refuse 'Most all he rickommends. -- But Ma she read and read along And cried, like women will, About that "Washerwoman's Song" In Rhymes of Ironquill. And then she made me read the thing, And found my specs and all: And I jest leant back there -- i jing! -- My cheer ag'inst the wall -- And read and read, and read and read, All to myse'f -- ontil I lit the lamp and went to bed With Rhymes of Ironquill! I propped myse'f up there, and -- durn! -- I never shet an eye Till daylight! -- hogged the whole concern Tee-total, mighty nigh! -- I'd sigh sometimes, and cry sometimes, Er laugh jest fit to kill -- Clean captured-like with them-air rhymes O' that-air Ironquill! Read that-un 'bout old "Marmaton" 'At hain't be'n ever "sized" In Song before -- and yit's rolled on Jest same as 'postrophized! -- Putt me in mind o' our old crick At Freeport -- and the mill -- And Hinchman's Ford -- till jest homesick -- Them Rhymes of Ironquill! Read that-un, too, 'bout "Game o' Whist," And likenin' Life to fun Like that -- and playin' out yer fist, However cards is run: And them "Tobacker-Stemmers' Song" They sung with sich a will Down 'mongst the misery and wrong -- In Rhymes of Ironquill. And old John Brown, who broke the sod Of freedom's faller field And sowed his heart there, thankin' God Pore slaves would git the yield -- Rained his last tears fer them and us To irrigate and till A crop of Song as glorious As Rhymes of Ironquill. And -- sergeant, died there in the War, 'At talked, out of his head . . . He went "back to the Violet Star," I'll bet -- jest like he said! -- Yer Wars kin riddle bone and flesh, And blow out brains, and spill Life-blood, -- but Somepin' lives on, fresh As Rhymes of Ironquill! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CATCH A LITTLE RHYME by EVE MERRIAM ESSAY: THE INFINITE ASSONANCES WITHIN by ELENI SIKELIANOS SWEATER WEATHER: A LOVE SONG TO LANGUAGE by SHARON BRYAN A FIT OF RHYME AGAINST RHYME [OR, RIME] by BEN JONSON A RHYME by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE ERRING IN COMPANY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ON THE INDESTRUCTIBILITY OF READING MATTER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE BARD'S EXCUSE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A BOY'S MOTHER by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY |
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