Disabled Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACBC BDCDCED FGFHIFIJIJIK JKJKKKKKKK LKLKKLKLMM| He sat in a wheeled chair waiting for dark | A |
| And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey | B |
| Legless sewn short at elbow Through the park | A |
| Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn | C |
| Voices of play and pleasure after day | B |
| Till gathering sleep had mothered them from him | C |
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| About this time Town used to swing so gay | B |
| When glow lamps budded in the light blue trees | D |
| And girls glanced lovelier as the air grew dim | C |
| In the old times before he threw away his knees | D |
| Now he will never feel again how slim | C |
| Girls' waists are or how warm their subtle hands | E |
| All of them touch him like some queer disease | D |
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| There was an artist silly for his face | F |
| For it was younger than his youth last year | G |
| Now he is old his back will never brace | F |
| He's lost his colour very far from here | H |
| Poured it down shell holes till the veins ran dry | I |
| And half his lifetime lapsed in the hot race | F |
| And leap of purple spurted from his thigh | I |
| One time he liked a bloodsmear down his leg | J |
| After the matches carried shoulder high | I |
| It was after football when he'd drunk a peg | J |
| He thought he'd better join He wonders why | I |
| Someone had said he'd look a god in kilts | K |
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| That's why and maybe too to please his Meg | J |
| Aye that was it to please the giddy jilts | K |
| He asked to join He didn't have to beg | J |
| Smiling they wrote his lie aged nineteen years | K |
| Germans he scarcely thought of and no fears | K |
| Of Fear came yet He thought of jewelled hilts | K |
| For daggers in plaid socks of smart salutes | K |
| And care of arms and leave and pay arrears | K |
| Esprit de corps and hints for young recruits | K |
| And soon he was drafted out with drums and cheers | K |
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| Some cheered him home but not as crowds cheer Goal | L |
| Only a solemn man who brought him fruits | K |
| Thanked him and then inquired about his soul | L |
| Now he will spend a few sick years in Institutes | K |
| And do what things the rules consider wise | K |
| And take whatever pity they may dole | L |
| To night he noticed how the women's eyes | K |
| Passed from him to the strong men that were whole | L |
| How cold and late it is Why don't they come | M |
| And put him into bed Why don't they come | M |
Wilfred Owen
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