I'm Still Just A Child Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEF GHIJKL MNOOPQ RSLTDU VWQXY DZSA2B2C2 AHD2VE2A F2G2H2YI2J2K2 L2M2N2BO2F| O Lord tear me to pieces | A |
| I'm still just a child | B |
| And dare to sing | C |
| And call upon you | D |
| And tell you about things | E |
| We are | F |
| - | |
| I open my mouth | G |
| Before you unleash your agonies upon me | H |
| I have my health | I |
| And have no idea how old men rust away | J |
| I've never braced myself against the posts | K |
| The way women do for hours | L |
| - | |
| I never push myself through the tired night | M |
| Like truly august droshky nags | N |
| That long escaped their background | O |
| Amid that enchanting dashing sound | O |
| Of lady's footsteps and all something laughs | P |
| I never pushed myself like hacks trotting on ad infinitum | Q |
| - | |
| I was never the sailor when the oil's extinguished | R |
| When the water rushing in sneers at the sun | S |
| When the distress shot thunders | L |
| When the rocket convulses upward | T |
| I never dropped myself to make it up to you | D |
| On my knees Lord with a last world prayer | U |
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| I was never a child crushed in the fabric | V |
| Of this miserable time a little arm all bandaged | W |
| I have never starved inside the asylum | Q |
| Don't know how mothers stitch the eyes | X |
| All of you those who die I don't know how you die | Y |
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| But You Lord came down for me too | D |
| And you found the thousandfold torments | Z |
| You delivered in every woman | S |
| You died in the shit in every piece of paper | A2 |
| You were mistreated in every circus seal | B2 |
| And you were some cavalier to a whore | C2 |
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| Lord tear me to pieces | A |
| Why this dull miserable delicacy | H |
| I'm not worth what flowed from your wounds | D2 |
| Bless me with mortifications prick after prick | V |
| I want the death of the whole world included | E2 |
| Lord tear me to pieces | A |
| - | |
| Until I'm dead in every shred first | F2 |
| Worked to death in every dog every horse | G2 |
| And dying of thirst a soldier in the desert | H2 |
| Until poor sinner I painfully tasted the sacrament on my | Y |
| tongue | I2 |
| Till I'm this eaten body stretched out on a bitter bed | J2 |
| Taking the form that I mocked courted | K2 |
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| And only when I'm scattered to the wind | L2 |
| Plunge from each death from each life | M2 |
| Then Lord torch me in the thorns | N2 |
| I'm your child | B |
| Then Word sizzle skyward that I can tell I need | O2 |
| Burn inconsumable through the universe We are | F |
Franz Werfel
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