Young Blood Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CBBBDEFGHBBIJBBKLMNO PBQBRRSPTBUVWXF TBYBZA2B2B| But sir I said they tell me the man is like to die The Canon shook his head indulgently Young blood Cousin he boomed Young blood Youth will be served | A |
| D'Hermonville's Fabliaux | B |
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| He woke up with a sick taste in his mouth | C |
| And lay there heavily while dancing motes | B |
| Whirled through his brain in endless rippling streams | B |
| And a grey mist weighed down upon his eyes | B |
| So that they could not open fully Yet | D |
| After some time his blurred mind stumbled back | E |
| To its last ragged memory a room | F |
| Air foul with wine a shouting reeling crowd | G |
| Of friends who dragged him dazed and blind with drink | H |
| Out to the street a crazy rout of cabs | B |
| The steady mutter of his neighbor's voice | B |
| Mumbling out dull obscenity by rote | I |
| And then well they had brought him home it seemed | J |
| Since he awoke in bed oh damn the business | B |
| He had not wanted it the silly jokes | B |
| One last great night of freedom ere you're married | K |
| You'll get no fun then H ssh don't tell that story | L |
| He'll have a wife soon God the sitting down | M |
| To drink till you were sodden | N |
| Like great light | O |
| She came into his thoughts That was the worst | P |
| To wallow in the mud like this because | B |
| His friends were fools He was not fit to touch | Q |
| To see oh far far off that silver place | B |
| Where God stood manifest to man in her | R |
| Fouling himself One thing he brought to her | R |
| At least He had been clean had taken it | S |
| A kind of point of honor from the first | P |
| Others might do it but he didn't care | T |
| For those things | B |
| Suddenly his vision cleared | U |
| And something seemed to grow within his mind | V |
| Something was wrong the color of the wall | W |
| The queer shape of the bedposts everything | X |
| Was changed somehow his room Was this his room | F |
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| He turned his head and saw beside him there | T |
| The sagging body's slope the paint smeared face | B |
| And the loose open mouth lax and awry | Y |
| The breasts the bleached and brittle hair these things | B |
| As if all Hell were crushed to one bright line | Z |
| Of lightning for a moment Then he sank | A2 |
| Prone beneath an intolerable weight | B2 |
| And bitter loathing crept up all his limbs | B |
Stephen Vincent Benet
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