The Bonfire Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGBHIBJKLMDNO J JDPQRSTUVWXPYJWZA2VM MZB2C2MD2E2F2G2KBH2E 2FI2J2JK2L2PE2M2N2O2 P2Q2R2S2ZPC2JT2T2KU2 JV2W2X2E2FY2E2Z2A3B3 B3XPPZC3E2ZS E2 D3E3DJ K2 F3PDTE3W2E2E2G3MC2P2 KH3Oh let's go up the hill and scare ourselves | A |
As reckless as the best of them to night | B |
By setting fire to all the brush we piled | C |
With pitchy hands to wait for rain or snow | D |
Oh let's not wait for rain to make it safe | E |
The pile is ours we dragged it bough on bough | F |
Down dark converging paths between the pines | G |
Let's not care what we do with it to night | B |
Divide it No But burn it as one pile | H |
The way we piled it And let's be the talk | I |
Of people brought to windows by a light | B |
Thrown from somewhere against their wall paper | J |
Rouse them all both the free and not so free | K |
With saying what they'd like to do to us | L |
For what they'd better wait till we have done | M |
Let's all but bring to life this old volcano | D |
If that is what the mountain ever was | N |
And scare ourselves Let wild fire loose we will | O |
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And scare you too the children said together | J |
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Why wouldn't it scare me to have a fire | J |
Begin in smudge with ropy smoke and know | D |
That still if I repent I may recall it | P |
But in a moment not a little spurt | Q |
Of burning fatness and then nothing but | R |
The fire itself can put it out and that | S |
By burning out and before it burns out | T |
It will have roared first and mixed sparks with stars | U |
And sweeping round it with a flaming sword | V |
Made the dim trees stand back in wider circle | W |
Done so much and I know not how much more | X |
I mean it shall not do if I can bind it | P |
Well if it doesn't with its draft bring on | Y |
A wind to blow in earnest from some quarter | J |
As once it did with me upon an April | W |
The breezes were so spent with winter blowing | Z |
They seemed to fail the bluebirds under them | A2 |
Short of the perch their languid flight was toward | V |
And my flame made a pinnacle to heaven | M |
As I walked once round it in possession | M |
But the wind out of doors you know the saying | Z |
There came a gust You used to think the trees | B2 |
Made wind by fanning since you never knew | C2 |
It blow but that you saw the trees in motion | M |
Something or someone watching made that gust | D2 |
It put the flame tip down and dabbed the grass | E2 |
Of over winter with the least tip touch | F2 |
Your tongue gives salt or sugar in your hand | G2 |
The place it reached to blackened instantly | K |
The black was all there was by day light | B |
That and the merest curl of cigarette smoke | H2 |
And a flame slender as the hepaticas | E2 |
Blood root and violets so soon to be now | F |
But the black spread like black death on the ground | I2 |
And I think the sky darkened with a cloud | J2 |
Like winter and evening coming on together | J |
There were enough things to be thought of then | K2 |
Where the field stretches toward the north | L2 |
And setting sun to Hyla brook I gave it | P |
To flames without twice thinking where it verges | E2 |
Upon the road to flames too though in fear | M2 |
They might find fuel there in withered brake | N2 |
Grass its full length old silver golden rod | O2 |
And alder and grape vine entanglement | P2 |
To leap the dusty deadline For my own | Q2 |
I took what front there was beside I knelt | R2 |
And thrust hands in and held my face away | S2 |
Fight such a fire by rubbing not by beating | Z |
A board is the best weapon if you have it | P |
I had my coat And oh I knew I knew | C2 |
And said out loud I couldn't bide the smother | J |
And heat so close in but the thought of all | T2 |
The woods and town on fire by me and all | T2 |
The town turned out to fight for me that held me | K |
I trusted the brook barrier but feared | U2 |
The road would fail and on that side the fire | J |
Died not without a noise of crackling wood | V2 |
Of something more than tinder grass and weed | W2 |
That brought me to my feet to hold it back | X2 |
By leaning back myself as if the reins | E2 |
Were round my neck and I was at the plough | F |
I won But I'm sure no one ever spread | Y2 |
Another color over a tenth the space | E2 |
That I spread coal black over in the time | Z2 |
It took me Neighbors coming home from town | A3 |
Couldn't believe that so much black had come there | B3 |
While they had backs turned that it hadn't been there | B3 |
When they had passed an hour or so before | X |
Going the other way and they not seen it | P |
They looked about for someone to have done it | P |
But there was no one I was somewhere wondering | Z |
Where all my weariness had gone and why | C3 |
I walked so light on air in heavy shoes | E2 |
In spite of a scorched Fourth of July feeling | Z |
Why wouldn't I be scared remembering that | S |
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If it scares you what will it do to us | E2 |
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Scare you But if you shrink from being scared | D3 |
What would you say to war if it should come | E3 |
That's what for reasons I should like to know | D |
If you can comfort me by any answer | J |
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Oh but war's not for children it's for men | K2 |
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Now we are digging almost down to China | F3 |
My dears my dears you thought that we all thought it | P |
So your mistake was ours Haven't you heard though | D |
About the ships where war has found them out | T |
At sea about the towns where war has come | E3 |
Through opening clouds at night with droning speed | W2 |
Further o'erhead than all but stars and angels | E2 |
And children in the ships and in the towns | E2 |
Haven't you heard what we have lived to learn | G3 |
Nothing so new something we had forgotten | M |
War is for everyone for children too | C2 |
I wasn't going to tell you and I mustn't | P2 |
The best way is to come up hill with me | K |
And have our fire and laugh and be afraid | H3 |
Robert Frost
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