On The Bus Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis


Sitting on the top of the 'busA
I bite my pipe and look at the skyB
Over my shoulder the smoke streams outC
And my life with itD
'Conservation of energy ' you sayA
But I burn I tell you I burnE
And the smoke of me streams outC
In a vanishing skein of greyA
Crash and bump my poor bruised bodyF
I am a harp of twittering stringsA
An elegant instrument but infinitely second handG
And if I have not got phthisis it is only an accidentH
Droll phenomenaI

Aldous Huxley


Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme

Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation

Write your comment about On The Bus poem by Aldous Huxley


Recent Interactions*

This poem was read 4 times,

This poem was added to the favorite list by 0 members,

This poem was voted by 2 members.

(* Interactions only in the last 7 days)

New Poems

Popular Poets