The Calls Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAAB CCCB DDDB BBBE FFF BBBG EEEHA dismal fog hoarse siren howls at dawn | A |
I watch the man it calls for pushed and drawn | A |
Backwards and forwards helpless as a pawn | A |
But I'm lazy and his work's crazy | B |
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Quick treble bells begin at nine o'clock | C |
Scuttling the schoolboy pulling up his sock | C |
Scaring the late girl in the inky frock | C |
I must be crazy I learn from the daisy | B |
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Stern bells annoy the rooks and doves at ten | D |
I watch the verger close the doors and when | D |
I hear the organ moan the first amen | D |
Sing my religion's same as pigeons' | B |
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A blatant bugle tears my afternoons | B |
Out clump the clumsy Tommies by platoons | B |
Trying to keep in step with rag time tunes | B |
But I sit still I've done my drill | E |
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Gongs hum and buzz like saucepan lids at dusk | F |
I see a food hog whet his gold filled tusk | F |
To eat less bread and more luxurious rusk | F |
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Then sometimes late at night my window bumps | B |
From gunnery practice till my small heart thumps | B |
And listens for the shell shrieks and the crumps | B |
But that's not all | G |
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For leaning out last midnight on my sill | E |
I heard the sighs of men that have no skill | E |
To speak of their distress no nor the will | E |
A voice I know And this time I must go | H |
Wilfred Owen
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