The Father Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBCDADEFGEFE AHAHIJIJKLMCMNCN ODPAQAQRSR| The evening found us whom the day had fled | A |
| Once more in bitter anger you and I | B |
| Over some small some foolish trivial thing | C |
| Our anger would not decently let die | B |
| But dragged between us shamed and shivering | C |
| Until each other's taunts we scarcely heard | D |
| Until we lost the sense of all we said | A |
| And knew not who first spoke the fatal word | D |
| It seemed that even every kiss we wrung | E |
| We killed at birth with shuddering and hate | F |
| As if we feared a thing too passionate | G |
| However close we clung | E |
| One hour the next hour found us separate | F |
| Estranged and Love most bitter on our tongue | E |
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| To night we quarrelled over one small head | A |
| Our fruit of last year's maying the white bud | H |
| Blown from our stormy kisses and the dead | A |
| First rapture of our wild estranging blood | H |
| You clutched him there was panther in your eyes | I |
| We breathed like beasts in thickets on the wall | J |
| Our shadows in huge challenge seemed to rise | I |
| The room grew dark with anger Yet through all | J |
| The shame and hurt and pity of it you were | K |
| Still strangely and imperishably dear | L |
| As one who loves the wild day none the less | M |
| That breaks in bitter hands the buds of Spring | C |
| Whose cold hand stops the breath of loveliness | M |
| And drives the wailing ghost of beauty past | N |
| Making the rose even the rose a thing | C |
| For pain to be remembered by at last | N |
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| I said 'My son shall wear his father's sword ' | - |
| You said 'Shall hands once blossoms at my breast | O |
| Be stained with blood ' I answered with a word | D |
| More bitter and your own the bitterest | P |
| Stung me to sullen anger and I said | A |
| 'My son shall be no coward of his line | Q |
| Because his mother choose' you turned your head | A |
| And your eyes grew implacable in mine | Q |
| And like a trodden snake you turned to meet | R |
| The foe with sudden hissing then you smiled | S |
| And broke our life in pieces at my feet | R |
| 'Your child ' you said 'Your child ' | - |
Muriel Stuart
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