The Twelve Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCC DEFG CHIJC CKK LM LN CC OO PJ QQ RC K CNNNN RSRT URUR HVHW XYZY RA2RA2 PCPB2 C2C2RD2RXCRCRR| III | A |
| Our sons have gone | B |
| to serve the Reds | C |
| to serve the Reds | C |
| to risk their heads | C |
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| O bitter bitter pain | D |
| Sweet living | E |
| A torn overcoat | F |
| an Austrian gun | G |
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| To get the bourgeosie | C |
| We'll start a fire | H |
| a worldwide fire and drench it | I |
| in blood | J |
| The good Lord bless us | C |
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| O you bitter bitterness | C |
| boring boredom | K |
| deadly boredom | K |
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| This is how I will | L |
| spend my time | M |
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| This is how I will | L |
| scratch my head | N |
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| munch on seeds | C |
| some sunflower seeds | C |
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| play with my knife | O |
| play with my knife | O |
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| You bourgeosie fly as a sparrow | P |
| I'll drink your blood | J |
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| your warm blood for love | Q |
| for dark eyed love | Q |
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| God let this soul your servant | R |
| rest in peace | C |
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| Such boredom | K |
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| XII | C |
| On they march with sovereign tread | N |
| Who else goes there Come out I said | N |
| come out It is the wind and the red | N |
| flag plunging gaily at their head | N |
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| The frozen snow drift looms in front | R |
| Who s in the drift Come out Come here | S |
| There s only the homeless mongrel runt | R |
| limping wretchedly in the rear | T |
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| You mangy beast out of the way | U |
| before you taste my bayonet | R |
| Old mongrel world clear off I say | U |
| I ll have your hide to sole my boot | R |
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| The shivering cur the mongrel cur | H |
| bares his teeth like a hungry wolf | V |
| droops his tail but does not stir | H |
| Hey answer you there show yourself | W |
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| Who s that waving the red flag | X |
| Try and see It s as dark as the tomb | Y |
| Who s that moving at a jog | Z |
| trot keeping to the back street gloom | Y |
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| Don t you worry I ll catch you yet | R |
| better surrender to me alive | A2 |
| Come out comrade or you ll regret | R |
| it we ll fire when I ve counted five | A2 |
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| Crack crack crack But only the echo | P |
| answers from among the eaves | C |
| The blizzard splits his seams the snow | P |
| laughs wildly up the wirlwind s sleeve | B2 |
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| Crack crack crack | C2 |
| Crack crack crack | C2 |
| So they march with sovereign tread | R |
| Behind them limps the hungry dog | D2 |
| and wrapped in wild snow at their head | R |
| carrying a blood red flag | X |
| soft footed where the blizzard swirls | C |
| invulnerable where bullets crossed | R |
| crowned with a crown of snowflake pearls | C |
| a flowery diadem of frost | R |
| ahead of them goes Jesus Christ | R |
Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok
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