Invocation To The Social Muse Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCD EFG HDI JKG LML LBB NBO BP Q GBR BBB STU VBB WXV SYU B ZG B

Se ora it is true the Greeks are deadA
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It is true also that we here are AmericansB
That we use the machines that a sight of the god is unusualC
That more people have more thoughts that there areD
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Progress and science and tractors and revolutions andE
Marx and the wars more antiseptic and murderousF
And music in every home there is also HooverG
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Does the lady suggest we should write it out in The WordH
Does Madame recall our responsibilities We areD
Whores Fr ulein poets Fr ulein are persons ofI
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Known vocation following troops they must sleep withJ
Stragglers from either prince and of both viewsK
The rules permit them to further the business of neitherG
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It is also strictly forbidden to mix in maneuversL
Those that infringe are inflated with praise on the plazasM
Their bones are resultantly afterwards found under newspapersL
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Preferring life with the sons to death with the fathersL
We also doubt on the record whether the sonsB
Will still be shouting around with the same huzzasB
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For we hope Lady to live to lie with the youngestN
There are only a handful of things a man likesB
Generation to generation hungry orO
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Well fed the earth s one life sB
One Mister Morgan is not oneP
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There is nothing worse for our trade than to be in styleQ
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He that goes naked goes further at last than anotherG
Wrap the bard in a flag or a school and they ll jimmy hisB
Door down and be thick in his bed for a monthR
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Who recalls the address now of the ImagistsB
But the naked man has always his own nakednessB
People remember forever his live limbsB
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They may drive him out of the camps but one will take himS
They may stop his tongue on his teeth with a rope s argumentT
He will lie in a house and be warm when they are shakingU
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Besides Tovarishch how to embrace an armyV
How to take to one s chamber a million soulsB
How to conceive in the name of a column of marchersB
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The things of the poet are done to a man aloneW
As the things of love are done or of death when he hears theX
Step withdraw on the stair and the clock tick onlyV
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Neither his class nor his kind nor his trade may come near himS
There where he lies on his left arm and will dieY
Nor his class nor his kind nor his trade when the blood is jeeringU
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And his knee s in the soft of the bed where his love liesB
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I remind you Barinya the life of the poet is hardZ
A hardy life with a boot as quick as a fiverG
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Is it just to demand of us also to bear armsB

Archibald Macleish



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