September 1, 1939 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDCEFGHIFJHKLHCMNO PO QHHQRSTHUVW XHYJUHZA2XHZ B2HC2HD2E2F2B2G2FG2 H2C2I2J2VK2L2JVVL2 M2VN2VV O2YVVN2 HP2UBHP2Q2L2HHP2 FHXFR2HS2R2YXY

I sit in one of the divesA
On Fifty second StreetB
Uncertain and afraidC
As the clever hopes expireD
Of a low dishonest decadeC
Waves of anger and fearE
Circulate over the brightF
And darkened lands of the earthG
Obsessing our private livesH
The unmentionable odour of deathI
Offends the September nightF
Accurate scholarship canJ
Unearth the whole offenceH
From Luther until nowK
That has driven a culture madL
Find what occurred at LinzH
What huge imago madeC
A psychopathic godM
I and the public knowN
What all schoolchildren learnO
Those to whom evil is doneP
Do evil in returnO
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Exiled Thucydides knewQ
All that a speech can sayH
About DemocracyH
And what dictators doQ
The elderly rubbish they talkR
To an apathetic graveS
Analysed all in his bookT
The enlightenment driven awayH
The habit forming painU
Mismanagement and griefV
We must suffer them all againW
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Into this neutral airX
Where blind skyskrapers useH
Their full height to proclaimY
The strength of Collective ManJ
Each language pours its vainU
Competitive excuseH
But who can live for longZ
In an euphoric dreamA2
Out of the mirror they stareX
Imperialism's faceH
And the international wrongZ
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Faces along the barB2
Cling to their average dayH
The lights must never go outC2
The music must always playH
All the conventions conspireD2
To make this fort assumeE2
The furniture of homeF2
Lest we should see where we areB2
Lost in a haunted woodG2
Children afraid of the nightF
Who have never been happy or goodG2
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The windiest militant trashH2
Important Persons shoutC2
Is not so crude as our wishI2
What mad Nijinsky wroteJ2
About DiaghilevV
Is true of the normal heartK2
For the error bred in the boneL2
Of each woman and each manJ
Craves what it cannot haveV
Not universal loveV
But to be loved aloneL2
-
From the conservative darkM2
Into the ethical lifeV
The dense commuters comeN2
Repeating their morning vowV
'I will be true to the wifeV
I'll concentrate more on my work '-
And helpless governors wakeO2
To resume their compulsory gameY
Who can release them nowV
Who can reach the deafV
Who can speak for the dumbN2
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All I have is a voiceH
To undo the folded lieP2
The romantic lie in the brainU
Of the sensual man in the streetB
And the lie of AuthorityH
Whose buildings grope the skyP2
There is no such thing as the StateQ2
And no one exists aloneL2
Hunger allows no choiceH
To the citizen or the policeH
We must love one another or dieP2
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Defenceless under the nightF
Our world in stupor liesH
Yet dotted everywhereX
Ironic points of lightF
Flash out wherever the JustR2
Exchange their messagesH
May I composed like themS2
Of Eros and of dustR2
Beleaguered by the sameY
Negation and despairX
Show an affirming flameY

W. H. Auden



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