Strange Meeting Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDDDEFGDDHIJKDDLMN DDDDDDKKOODDKKDDPMDD DDQ| It seemed that out of the battle I escaped | A |
| Down some profound dull tunnel long since scooped | B |
| Through granites which Titanic wars had groined | C |
| Yet also there encumbered sleepers groaned | D |
| Too fast in thought or death to be bestirred | D |
| Then as I probed them one sprang up and stared | D |
| With piteous recognition in fixed eyes | E |
| Lifting distressful hands as if to bless | F |
| And by his smile I knew that sullen hall | G |
| With a thousand fears that vision's face was grained | D |
| Yet no blood reached there from the upper ground | D |
| And no guns thumped or down the flues made moan | H |
| Strange friend I said Here is no cause to mourn | I |
| None said the other Save the undone years | J |
| The hopelessness Whatever hope is yours | K |
| Was my life also I went hunting wild | D |
| After the wildest beauty in the world | D |
| Which lies not calm in eyes or braided hair | L |
| But mocks the steady running of the hour | M |
| And if it grieves grieves richlier than here | N |
| For by my glee might many men have laughed | D |
| And of my weeping something has been left | D |
| Which must die now I mean the truth untold | D |
| The pity of war the pity war distilled | D |
| Now men will go content with what we spoiled | D |
| Or discontent boil bloody and be spilled | D |
| They will be swift with swiftness of the tigress | K |
| None will break ranks though nations trek from progress | K |
| Courage was mine and I had mystery | O |
| Wisdom was mine and I had mastery | O |
| To miss the march of this retreating world | D |
| Into vain citadels that are not walled | D |
| Then when much blood had clogged their chariot wheels | K |
| I would go up and wash them from sweet wells | K |
| Even with truths that lie too deep for taint | D |
| I would have poured my spirit without stint | D |
| But not through wounds not on the cess of war | P |
| Foreheads of men have bled where no wounds were | M |
| I am the enemy you killed my friend | D |
| I knew you in this dark for so you frowned | D |
| Yesterday through me as you jabbed and killed | D |
| I parried but my hands were loath and cold | D |
| Let us sleep now | Q |
Wilfred Owen
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