Contemplation Of The Sword Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJJ KILIJHA MIINOIIHIJPQPRSTKKUI HJVIKSIIIIIWA| Reason will not decide at last the sword will decide | A |
| The sword an obsolete instrument of bronze or steel | B |
| formerly used to kill men but here | C |
| In the sense of a symbol The sword that is the storms | D |
| and counter storms of general destruction killing | E |
| of men | F |
| Destruction of all goods and materials massacre more or | G |
| less intentional of children and women | H |
| Destruction poured down from wings the air made accomplice | I |
| the innocent air | J |
| Perverted into assasin and poisoner | J |
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| The sword that is treachery and cowardice incredible | K |
| baseness incredible courage loyalties insanities | I |
| The sword weeping and despair mass enslavement | L |
| mass tourture frustration of all hopes | I |
| That starred man's forhead Tyranny for freedom horror for | J |
| happiness famine for bread carrion for children | H |
| Reason will not decide at last the sword will decide | A |
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| Dear God who are the whole splendor of things and the sacred | M |
| stars but also the cruelty and greed the treacheries | I |
| And vileness insanities and filth and anguish now that this | I |
| thing comes near us again I am finding it hard | N |
| To praise you with a whole heart | O |
| I know what pain is but pain can shine I know what death is | I |
| I have sometimes | I |
| Longed for it But cruelty and slavery and degredation | H |
| pestilence filth the pitifulness | I |
| Of men like hurt little birds and animals if you were | J |
| only | P |
| Waves beating rock the wind and the iron cored earth | Q |
| With what a heart I could praise your beauty | P |
| You will not repent nor cancel life nor free man from anguish | R |
| For many ages to come You are the one that tortures himself to | S |
| discover himself I am | T |
| One that watches you and discovers you and praises you in little | K |
| parables idyl or tragedy beautiful | K |
| Intolerable God | U |
| The sword that is | I |
| I have two sons whom I love They are twins they were born | H |
| in nineteen sixteen which seemed to us a dark year | J |
| Of a great war and they are now of the age | V |
| That war prefers The first born is like his mother he is so | I |
| beautiful | K |
| That persons I hardly know have stopped me on the street to | S |
| speak of the grave beauty of the boy's face | I |
| The second born has strength for his beauty when he strips | I |
| for swimming the hero shoulders and wrestler loins | I |
| Make him seem clothed The sword that is loathsome disfigurements | I |
| blindness mutilation locked lips of boys | I |
| Too proud to scream | W |
| Reason will not decide at last the sword will decide | A |
Robinson Jeffers
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