Soldiers' Songs Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEFGEHIJKL MENOMPQRSET EUEVWXE YLZA2LB2C2D2 KE2QF2G2WH2EI2J2EK2L 2M2| A | |
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| It's good and beautiful to be a soldier for a year | B |
| You live longer that way And one is certainly pleased | C |
| With each scrap of time that one snatches from death | D |
| This poor brain shredded by longing for the city | E |
| Bloody from books bodies evenings | F |
| Inconsolably sad and filled with every sin | G |
| Three quarters destroyed already can only | E |
| Standing at attention and marching on parade | H |
| Swinging arms and legs | I |
| Rust gently in a corner of the skull | J |
| Oh the stink in a marching column | K |
| Oh speed marching across a lovely land in the spring | L |
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| I must come one hour before the others | M |
| Because I have shot badly | E |
| I certainly won't be promoted | N |
| And I must do extra drills as punishment | O |
| Because while the others in accordance with orders | M |
| Looked steadily at the caps of those in front of them | P |
| As we were marching under the red sun | Q |
| Across the shining fields | R |
| I squinted carefully at the little pilot | S |
| Who was humming above me like a bee | E |
| In the glowing evening sky | T |
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| I know I know this life is healthy | E |
| My rifle drill is hardly heard | U |
| But I cut my hand badly | E |
| Instead of the damned barracks yard | V |
| I could now be in a meadow | W |
| In front of the assembled troops a man begins | X |
| To cry bitterly | E |
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| Sometimes I am afraid a year is long | Y |
| Endlessly long And always legs swinging | L |
| The whole lovely day spent molding bodies | Z |
| And parade marching and firing blanks | A2 |
| To have to forget the world that in the evening | L |
| One is still senseless drinking beer when one goes to sleep | B2 |
| One still feels the heavy helmet on his forehead | C2 |
| And at night dreams of sergeants | D2 |
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| Even when Sundays and evenings come | K |
| Completely empty and listless I move about | E2 |
| I am completely glassy eyed play with dogs for fun | Q |
| Ah or with little stones that I find | F2 |
| Weary without a thought drag myself through the streets | G2 |
| I often also stand around at my window | W |
| At loose ends should I just hang out at the local bar | H2 |
| With my dull comrades kill my weary | E |
| Miserable hours in flickering movie houses | I2 |
| And to pass the time of day | J2 |
| Look for willing girls or should I merely | E |
| Go back and forth in my room | K2 |
| I who ran through the nights like a fool | L2 |
| Shrieking to the sky sought a thousand miracles | M2 |
Alfred Lichtenstein
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