Wild With All Regrets Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CCCCDEFGHHIICCJKC CLMNNOOPQRSII CCTUV WX N| Another version of A Terre | A |
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| To Siegfried Sassoon | B |
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| My arms have mutinied against me brutes | C |
| My fingers fidget like ten idle brats | C |
| My back's been stiff for hours damned hours | C |
| Death never gives his squad a Stand at ease | C |
| I can't read There it's no use Take your book | D |
| A short life and a merry one my buck | E |
| We said we'd hate to grow dead old But now | F |
| Not to live old seems awful not to renew | G |
| My boyhood with my boys and teach 'em hitting | H |
| Shooting and hunting all the arts of hurting | H |
| Well that's what I learnt That and making money | I |
| Your fifty years in store seem none too many | I |
| But I've five minutes God For just two years | C |
| To help myself to this good air of yours | C |
| One Spring Is one too hard to spare Too long | J |
| Spring air would find its own way to my lung | K |
| And grow me legs as quick as lilac shoots | C |
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| Yes there's the orderly He'll change the sheets | C |
| When I'm lugged out oh couldn't I do that | L |
| Here in this coffin of a bed I've thought | M |
| I'd like to kneel and sweep his floors for ever | N |
| And ask no nights off when the bustle's over | N |
| For I'd enjoy the dirt who's prejudiced | O |
| Against a grimed hand when his own's quite dust | O |
| Less live than specks that in the sun shafts turn | P |
| Dear dust in rooms on roads on faces' tan | Q |
| I'd love to be a sweep's boy black as Town | R |
| Yes or a muckman Must I be his load | S |
| A flea would do If one chap wasn't bloody | I |
| Or went stone cold I'd find another body | I |
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| Which I shan't manage now Unless it's yours | C |
| I shall stay in you friend for some few hours | C |
| You'll feel my heavy spirit chill your chest | T |
| And climb your throat on sobs until it's chased | U |
| On sighs and wiped from off your lips by wind | V |
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| I think on your rich breathing brother I'll be weaned | W |
| To do without what blood remained me from my wound | X |
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| th December | N |
Wilfred Owen
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