Fuel Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBC DEBD FGFG

What of the silence of the keysA
And silvery hands The iron singsB
Though bows lie broken on the stringsB
The fly wheels turn eternallyC
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Bring fuel drive the fires highD
Throw all this artist lumber inE
And foolish dreams of making thingsB
Ten million men are called to dieD
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As for the common men apartF
Who sweat to keep their common breathG
And have no hour for books or artF
What dreams have these to hide from deathG

Lola Ridge



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