Wild With All Regrets Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CCCCDEFGHHIICCJKC CLMNNOOPQRSII CCTUV WX NAnother version of A Terre | A |
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To Siegfried Sassoon | B |
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My arms have mutinied against me brutes | C |
My fingers fidget like ten idle brats | C |
My back's been stiff for hours damned hours | C |
Death never gives his squad a Stand at ease | C |
I can't read There it's no use Take your book | D |
A short life and a merry one my buck | E |
We said we'd hate to grow dead old But now | F |
Not to live old seems awful not to renew | G |
My boyhood with my boys and teach 'em hitting | H |
Shooting and hunting all the arts of hurting | H |
Well that's what I learnt That and making money | I |
Your fifty years in store seem none too many | I |
But I've five minutes God For just two years | C |
To help myself to this good air of yours | C |
One Spring Is one too hard to spare Too long | J |
Spring air would find its own way to my lung | K |
And grow me legs as quick as lilac shoots | C |
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Yes there's the orderly He'll change the sheets | C |
When I'm lugged out oh couldn't I do that | L |
Here in this coffin of a bed I've thought | M |
I'd like to kneel and sweep his floors for ever | N |
And ask no nights off when the bustle's over | N |
For I'd enjoy the dirt who's prejudiced | O |
Against a grimed hand when his own's quite dust | O |
Less live than specks that in the sun shafts turn | P |
Dear dust in rooms on roads on faces' tan | Q |
I'd love to be a sweep's boy black as Town | R |
Yes or a muckman Must I be his load | S |
A flea would do If one chap wasn't bloody | I |
Or went stone cold I'd find another body | I |
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Which I shan't manage now Unless it's yours | C |
I shall stay in you friend for some few hours | C |
You'll feel my heavy spirit chill your chest | T |
And climb your throat on sobs until it's chased | U |
On sighs and wiped from off your lips by wind | V |
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I think on your rich breathing brother I'll be weaned | W |
To do without what blood remained me from my wound | X |
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th December | N |
Wilfred Edward Salter Owen
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