Monday In The Courtyard Of The Barracks Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLM NOLPPQRCST| The heat sticks closely to the gun and to the hand | A |
| It pricks the eyes Nothing remained forgotten | B |
| The troops stepped half drunk into the fire | C |
| The non coms stand rigidly in front | D |
| The glaring earth is a dead carousel | E |
| Nothing stirs No one drops down No streaked sky flies | F |
| Only rarely a hoarse barking tears apart the blue sow | G |
| Which lies on the stone barracks | H |
| Now the army leaves me alone | I |
| Who still pays attention to me They got used | J |
| To my strange civilian eyes long ago | K |
| On maneuvers I am half dreaming | L |
| And as we march I compose poems | M |
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| But war comes There was peace too long | N |
| No more good times Trumpets screech | O |
| Deep into your heart And all the nights are burning | L |
| You freeze in tents You're hot You're hungry | P |
| You drown Explode Bleed to death Fields rattle noisily | P |
| Church towers fall Flames in the distance | Q |
| Winds twitch Large cities crash | R |
| On the horizon cannons thunder | C |
| Around the hill tops a white vapor rises | S |
| And grenades burst at your head | T |
Alfred Lichtenstein
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