Discipline Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEDE FGFG HIHI JEJE KFLF MNMN HOHO PQPRIt is stormy and raindrops cling like silver bees to the pane | A |
The thin sycamores in the playground are swinging with flattened leaves | B |
The heads of the boys move dimly through a yellow gloom that stains | C |
The class over them all the dark net of my discipline weaves | B |
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It is no good dear gentleness and forbearance I endured too long | D |
I have pushed my hands in the dark soil under the flower of my soul | E |
And the gentle leaves and have felt where the roots are strong | D |
Fixed in the darkness grappling for the deep soil's little control | E |
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And there is the dark my darling where the roots are entangled and fight | F |
Each one for its hold on the oblivious darkness I know that there | G |
In the night where we first have being before we rise on the light | F |
We are not brothers my darling we fight and we do not spare | G |
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And in the original dark the roots cannot keep cannot know | H |
Any communion whatever but they bind themselves on to the dark | I |
And drawing the darkness together crush from it a twilight a slow | H |
Burning that breaks at last into leaves and a flower's bright spark | I |
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I came to the boys with love my dear but they turned on me | J |
I came with gentleness with my heart 'twixt my hands like a bowl | E |
Like a loving cup like a grail but they spilt it triumphantly | J |
And tried to break the vessel and to violate my soul | E |
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But what have I to do with the boys deep down in my soul my love | K |
I throw from out of the darkness my self like a flower into sight | F |
Like a flower from out of the night time I lift my face and those | L |
Who will may warm their hands at me comfort this night | F |
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But whosoever would pluck apart my flowering shall burn their hands | M |
So flowers are tender folk and roots can only hide | N |
Yet my flowerings of love are a fire and the scarlet brands | M |
Of my love are roses to look at but flames to chide | N |
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But comfort me my love now the fires are low | H |
Now I am broken to earth like a winter destroyed and all | O |
Myself but a knowledge of roots of roots in the dark that throw | H |
A net on the undersoil which lies passive beneath their thrall | O |
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But comfort me for henceforth my love is yours alone | P |
To you alone will I offer the bowl to you will I give | Q |
My essence only but love me and I will atone | P |
To you for my general loving atone as long as I live | R |
D. H. Lawrence (david Herbert Richards)
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