A Terre Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCAA AAAADE FGHAAIIJJKLMNAAOPQQR RSTUV OWOXAAYZA2B2C2D2E2F2 G2H2I2LQALJ2AK2AA K2L2A M2A| Being the philosophy of many Soldiers | A |
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| Sit on the bed I'm blind and three parts shell | B |
| Be careful can't shake hands now never shall | C |
| Both arms have mutinied against me brutes | A |
| My fingers fidget like ten idle brats | A |
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| I tried to peg out soldierly no use | A |
| One dies of war like any old disease | A |
| This bandage feels like pennies on my eyes | A |
| I have my medals Discs to make eyes close | A |
| 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 brick | 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 | A |
| At least the jokes hurled at them I suppose | A |
| 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 |
| 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 | A |
| My servant's lamed but listen how he shouts | A |
| 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 night 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 existences rats lead | W |
| Nosing along at night down some safe vat | O |
| They find a shell proof home before they rot | X |
| Dead men may envy living mites in cheese | A |
| Or good germs even Microbes have their joys | A |
| And subdivide and never come to death | Y |
| Certainly flowers have the easiest time on earth | Z |
| I shall be one with nature herb and stone | A2 |
| Shelley would tell me Shelley would be stunned | B2 |
| The dullest Tommy hugs that fancy now | C2 |
| Pushing up daisies is their creed you know | D2 |
| To grain then go my fat to buds my sap | E2 |
| For all the usefulness there is in soap | F2 |
| D'you think the Boche will ever stew man soup | G2 |
| Some day no doubt if | H2 |
| Friend be very sure | I2 |
| 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 | A |
| And nothing but the sun shall make me ware | L |
| Your guns may crash around me I'll not hear | J2 |
| Or if I wince I shall not know I wince | A |
| Don't take my soul's poor comfort for your jest | K2 |
| Soldiers may grow a soul when turned to fronds | A |
| But here the thing's best left at home with friends | A |
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| My soul's a little grief grappling your chest | K2 |
| To climb your throat on sobs easily chased | L2 |
| On other sighs and wiped by fresher winds | A |
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| Carry my crying spirit till it's weaned | M2 |
| To do without what blood remained these wounds | A |
Wilfred Owen
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