In Hospital Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCA DEE EFG HIJ KLE EBM AJNO BPE QRE EST UVJ EWW WQE JBG XEY JLJ ZA2B2 AEC2E D2WE LBG EE2E CJL F2WL G2EG BJAH2JI2J EJ2MR EK2LK2 WBJB WL2F2L2 BM2N2M2 O2P2LP2 IIEI AIF2IF2 Q2IWI IR2S2R2 IIK2I IIII F2III IEGE R2ETEI | A |
Nothing of itself is in the still'd mind only | B |
A still submission to each exterior image | C |
Still as a pool accepting trees and sky | A |
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A candid mirror that never a breath disturbs | D |
Nor drifted leaf as if of a single substance | E |
With every shape and colour that it encloses | E |
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When alone and lost in the morning's white silence | E |
Drowsily drowsing eyes empty of thought | F |
Accept the blank breadth of the opposite wall | G |
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Lying in my bed motionless hardly emerged | H |
From clouds of sleep a solitary cloud | I |
Is not more vague in the placeless blue of ether | J |
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Than I with unapportioned and unadjusted | K |
Senses that put off trouble of understanding | L |
Even the stirring of wonder and acquiesce | E |
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The early light brims over the filled silence | E |
Memory stirs not a wave or a shadow within me | B |
Only the wall is the world there stops my sight | M |
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II | A |
If he should bend his bow that great Archer | J |
There before me if tautened and all erect | N |
Slowly he should draw the arrow back to his ear | O |
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Suddenly I should see the curve of his tense body | B |
Alter and O at the leap of the sighted arrow | P |
The arms descend shoulder and hip relax | E |
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But hidden in his face hidden the bow behind him | Q |
I see the square of the buckle that clasps embossed | R |
The belt girding the slenderness of his loins | E |
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The smooth and idle energy of his arms | E |
And under the mould of breast and flank I feel | S |
The invisible veins and warm blood pulsing through them | T |
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But why is his face hidden And why does my heart | U |
Beat with a fear that he may be all disclosed | V |
Terrible in calm terrible in beauty and power | J |
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For his eyes must surely be filled with the far mountains | E |
Rivers and great plains be his eyes' possession | W |
And full in the centre of his concentred vision | W |
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Stands his victim he who is soon to be stricken | W |
Soon to fall with the arrow pouncing upon him | Q |
The arrow that carries the light and scorn of his eyes | E |
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Why do you hide your face glorious Archer | J |
If I could see you then though the arrow pierced me | B |
Gazing upon you it were a glory to fall | G |
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Will you at last seizing the bow bend it | X |
Now as I gaze A thrilling of fear rushes | E |
Blind in my veins fear is it fear or hope | Y |
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As if all my gaze were fixt on a drop of water | J |
Suspended about to fall and still not falling | L |
A liquid jewel of slowly increasing splendour | J |
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As the rain retreats and the shadow of cloud is lifted | Z |
And all light comes to enclose itself in the circle | A2 |
Of a single drop so is this suspended moment | B2 |
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III | A |
The stillness moves Tripping of feet shadows | E |
Voices The hospital wakes to its ritual round | C2 |
The moment breaks the drop the bright drop falls | E |
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A sponge has prest its coldness over my spirit | D2 |
Shape and colour abandon their apparition | W |
Subside into place in the order of usual things | E |
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And another mind returns with the day's returning | L |
Weaving its soft invisible meshes around me | B |
This is the daylight bald on the plain wall | G |
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Cracks in the paint a trickle of random lines | E |
A trailing scrawl that a child might trace with a stick | E2 |
As he runs idly about the ebb tide sands | E |
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Is it out of these I supposed a towering image | C |
There on the blankness Are you gone my Archer | J |
You who were living more than the millions waking | L |
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No you are there still It was I released you | F2 |
Out of the secret world wherein you are hidden | W |
You are there there and the arrow is flying flying | L |
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And yet patient as if nothing were endangered | G2 |
We do small things and keep the little commandments | E |
We and our doings a scribble upon the wall | G |
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Anniversary | B |
November | J |
I | A |
Thunder in the night Vague ghostly remote | H2 |
It rolls The world sleeps Suddenly splitting the air | J |
Stumbles a crash and a million sleepers awake | I2 |
Each in his silence menaced and all aware | J |
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The aroused and secret spirit in each listens | E |
Companioned by an invisible listening host | J2 |
And sees the blackness gashed with quaking light | M |
Surrendered then to sounds of a world lost | R |
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In a heart shaking convulsion of senseless force | E |
Wandering and warring blasts of a monstrous breath | K2 |
Legendary Chaos throned in heaven and dealing | L |
Purposeless darts and the air vivid with death | K2 |
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But we we are men that walk upright in the sun | W |
That judge question remember and foresee | B |
What have we to do with blind demons of air | J |
We choose and act aim reason and are free | B |
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Thunder in the night As stupefying and sudden | W |
The stumbling crash of the nations into flame | L2 |
Woke us aghast We looked we heard we knew | F2 |
That from us men the inhuman chaos came | L2 |
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From reason frenzy from knowledge blindness from pity | B |
Cruelty Trapped in Necessity's iron net | M2 |
To be free to be free we battled and hoped the dawn | N2 |
Nor counted cost if flesh could pay the debt | M2 |
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O beauty broken O glory of thought exiled | O2 |
O flowers in a furnace tossed O joy defaced | P2 |
O sense and soul grown used in the fire assenting | L |
To brute futility torture and waste waste | P2 |
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The Spirit of Man in anguish amid the cloud | I |
And the antiphons of thunder and earth upheaved | I |
Beheld amazed the deeds of its body and rose | E |
In them to a splendour strange and unconceived | I |
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II | A |
They who simply heard the call of their own land | I |
The fields the hills the hamlets that they knew | F2 |
Hurt and in peril and questioned not but went | I |
To a fibre deep in the very body true | F2 |
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They who high in hope of youth and flame of faith | Q2 |
Streamed to the storm with a beating heart of pride | I |
Because that threat towered black against the sun | W |
Who fell and made a radiance where they died | I |
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They who would not for their soul's sake stand apart | I |
They who took upon themselves the world's red stain | R2 |
Who saw who loathed yet would not bear to watch | S2 |
The struggle of others in unpartner'd pain | R2 |
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They who still when the mind sickened and faith darkened | I |
And falsehood clung as the mud clung and the cloud | I |
Confused and horror gnawed endured to death | K2 |
Still seeing the star to which their course was vowed | I |
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Them we name over them we recall to day | I |
Whose dear bodies in foreign earth are laid | I |
Ours is the light to breathe and a world to mould | I |
But over them all is sleep their hands are stayed | I |
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Have we only remembering tears and flowers to strew | F2 |
They are crying to us with the cry of the unfulfilled | I |
Like the earth aching for spring when frosts are late | I |
Are we the answer Or shall they twice be killed | I |
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Their pain is upon us pain of hope imperilled | I |
They are crying to us with the spirit's untold desires | E |
Heart brain and hand the will and the vision all | G |
And more than all the Cause of Man requires | E |
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We stumble and plod by little and little we gain | R2 |
Old folly tempts old habit about us twines | E |
But to day our eyes are lifted and hearts with them | T |
And near as the stillness falls the Vision shines | E |
Robert Laurence Binyon
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