The Ebb Of War Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHFIJFKLMFFNOP FFQFLRSFFTFFKFFFFFFIn the seven times taken and re taken town | A |
Peace The mind stops sense argues against sense | B |
The August sun is ghostly in the street | C |
As if the Silence of a thousand years | D |
Were its familiar All is as it was | E |
At the instant of the shattering flat thrown walls | F |
Dislocated rafters lintels blown awry | G |
And toppling over what were windows mere | H |
Gapings on mounds of dust and shapelessness | F |
Charred posts caught in a bramble of twisted iron | I |
Wires sagging tangled across the street the black | J |
Skeleton of a vine wrenched from the old house | F |
It clung to a limp bell pull here and there | K |
Little printed papers pasted on the wall | L |
It is like a madness crumpled up in stone | M |
Laughterless tearless meaningless a frenzy | F |
Stilled like at ebb the shingle in sea caves | F |
Where the imagined weight of water swung | N |
Its senseless crash with pebbles in myriads churned | O |
By the random seethe But here was flesh and blood | P |
Seeing eyes feeling nerves memoried minds | F |
With the habit of the picture of these fields | F |
And the white roads crossing the wide green plain | Q |
All vanished One could fancy the very fields | F |
Were memory's projection phantoms All | L |
Silent The stone is hot to the touching hand | R |
Footsteps come strange to the sense In the sloped churchyard | S |
Where the tower shows the blue through its great rents | F |
Shadow falls over pitiful wrecked graves | F |
And on the gravel a bare headed boy | T |
Hands in his pockets with large absent eyes | F |
Whistles the Marseillaise To Arms To Arms | F |
There is no other sound in the bright air | K |
It is as if they heard under the grass | F |
The dead men of the Marne and their thin voice | F |
Used those young lips to sing it from their graves | F |
The song that sang a nation into arms | F |
And far away to the listening ear in the silence | F |
Like remote thunder throb the guns of France | F |
Robert Laurence Binyon
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