All That I Owe The Fellows Of The Grave Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGH IJKLMNOPQRCJ MGSATUVWVV

All that I owe the fellows of the graveA
And all the dead bequeathed from pale estatesB
Lies in the fortuned bone the flask of bloodC
Like senna stirs along the ravaged rootsD
O all I owe is all the flesh inheritsE
My fathers' loves that pull upon my nervesF
My sisters tears that sing upon my headG
My brothers' blood that salts my open woundsH
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Heir to the scalding veins that hold love's dropI
My fallen filled that had the hint of deathJ
Heir to the telling senses that aloneK
Acquaint the flesh with a remembered itchL
I round this heritage as rounds the sunM
His winy sky and as the candles moonN
Cast light upon my weather I am heirO
To women who have twisted their last smileP
To children who were suckled on a plagueQ
To young adorers dying on a kissR
All such disease I doctor in my bloodC
And all such love's a shrub sown in the breathJ
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Then look my eyes upon this bonehead fortuneM
And browse upon the postures of the deadG
All night and day I eye the ragged globeS
Through periscopes rightsighted from the graveA
All night and day I wander in these sameT
Wax clothes that wax upon the ageing ribsU
All night my fortune slumbers in its sheetV
Then look my heart upon the scarlet troveW
And look my grain upon the falling wheatV
All night my fortune slumbers in its sheetV

Dylan Thomas



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