The Calls [unfinished] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAAB CCCB DDDB BBBE FFF BBBG EEEH| A 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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