A Terre (being The Philosophy Of Many Soldiers) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCC CCCCDE FGHCCIIJ JKLMNC COPQQRRSTUV OWXYCCZA2UB2UU C2D2E2F2LQCLG2C H2CC H2I2C J2CSit on the bed I'm blind and three parts shell | A |
Be careful can't shake hands now never shall | B |
Both arms have mutinied against me brutes | C |
My fingers fidget like ten idle brats | C |
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I tried to peg out soldierly no use | C |
One dies of war like any old disease | C |
This bandage feels like pennies on my eyes | C |
I have my medals Discs to make eyes close | C |
My glorious ribbons Ripped from my own back | D |
In scarlet shreds That's for your poetry book | E |
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A short life and a merry one my buck | F |
We used to say we'd hate to live dead old | G |
Yet now I'd willingly be puffy bald | H |
And patriotic Buffers catch from boys | C |
At least the jokes hurled at them I suppose | C |
Little I'd ever teach a son but hitting | I |
Shooting war hunting all the arts of hurting | I |
Well that's what I learnt that and making money | J |
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Your fifty years ahead seem none too many | J |
Tell me how long I've got God For one year | K |
To help myself to nothing more than air | L |
One Spring Is one too good to spare too long | M |
Spring wind would work its own way to my lung | N |
And grow me legs as quick as lilac shoots | C |
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My servant's lamed but listen how he shouts | C |
When I'm lugged out he'll still be good for that | O |
Here in this mummy case you know I've thought | P |
How well I might have swept his floors for ever | Q |
I'd ask no nights off when the bustle's over | Q |
Enjoying so the dirt Who's prejudiced | R |
Against a grimed hand when his own's quite dust | R |
Less live than specks that in the sun shafts turn | S |
Less warm than dust that mixes with arms' tan | T |
I'd love to be a sweep now black as Town | U |
Yes or a muckman Must I be his load | V |
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O Life Life let me breathe a dug out rat | O |
Not worse than ours the lives rats lead | W |
Nosing along at night down some safe rut | X |
They find a shell proof home before they rot | Y |
Dead men may envy living mites in cheese | C |
Or good germs even Microbes have their joys | C |
And subdivide and never come to death | Z |
Certainly flowers have the easiest time on earth | A2 |
'I shall be one with nature herb and stone' | U |
Shelley would tell me Shelley would be stunned | B2 |
The dullest Tommy hugs that fancy now | U |
'Pushing up daisies' is their creed you know | U |
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To grain then go my fat to buds my sap | C2 |
For all the usefulness there is in soap | D2 |
D'you think the Boche will ever stew man soup | E2 |
Some day no doubt if Friend be very sure | F2 |
I shall be better off with plants that share | L |
More peaceably the meadow and the shower | Q |
Soft rains will touch me as they could touch once | C |
And nothing but the sun shall make me ware | L |
Your guns may crash around me I'll not hear | G2 |
Or if I wince I shall not know I wince | C |
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Don't take my soul's poor comfort for your jest | H2 |
Soldiers may grow a soul when turned to fronds | C |
But here's the thing's best left at home with friends | C |
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My soul's a little grief grappling your chest | H2 |
To climb your throat on sobs easily chased | I2 |
On other sighs and wiped by fresher winds | C |
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Carry my crying spirit till it's weaned | J2 |
To do without what blood remained these wounds | C |
Wilfred Owen
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