The Knife Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABBCBDBEBE| THE plough that marks on Harley's field | A |
| In flying earth its print | B |
| Throws up like death itself concealed | A |
| A fang of rosy flint | B |
| A flake of stone by fingers hewed | B |
| Whose buried bones are gone | C |
| All gone with fingers hunters food | B |
| But still the knife lives on | D |
| And well I know when bones are nought | B |
| The blade of stone survives | E |
| I too from clods of aching thought | B |
| Have turned up sharper knives | E |
Kenneth Slessor
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