Week-night Service Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBBBBB CDECDFGGG GHIHIJJ KGLKGLMML

The five old bellsA
Are hurrying and eagerly callingB
Imploring protestingB
They know but clamorously fallingB
Into gabbling incoherence never restingB
Like spattering showers from a bursten sky rocket droppingB
In splashes of sound endlessly never stoppingB
-
The silver moonC
That somebody has spun so highD
To settle the question yes or no has caughtE
In the net of the night's balloonC
And sits with a smooth bland smile up there in the skyD
Smiling at naughtF
Unless the winking star that keeps her companyG
Makes little jests at the bells' insanityG
As if he knew aughtG
-
The patient NightG
Sits indifferent hugged in her ragsH
She neither knows nor caresI
Why the old church sobs and bragsH
The light distresses her eyes and tearsI
Her old blue cloak as she crouches and covers her faceJ
Smiling perhaps if we knew it at the bells' loud clattering disgraceJ
-
The wise old treesK
Drop their leaves with a faint sharp hiss of contemptG
While a car at the end of the street goes by with a laughL
As by degreesK
The poor bells cease and the Night is exemptG
And the stars can chaffL
The ironic moon at their ease while the dim old churchM
Is peopled with shadows and sounds and ghosts that lurchM
In its cenotaphL

D. H. Lawrence



Rate:
(1)



Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme

Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation


Write your comment about Week-night Service poem by D. H. Lawrence


 

Recent Interactions*

This poem was read 13 times,

This poem was added to the favorite list by 0 members,

This poem was voted by 0 members.

(* Interactions only in the last 7 days)

New Poems

Popular Poets