Seven Laments For The War-dead Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDE FBGHI JKL MNOPQR RSR BTRURU VWX GYZ A2B2NTC2D2E2BT F2F2G2H2TI2 J2T K2L2NM2 N2F2L2 O2N2 P2Q2H2R2B S2NRT2NU2V2N2N2 Q2NW2N2UX2Y2 Z2A3F2B3C3D3 E3F3G3H3F2II3J3 N2UP2K3N2IN L3M3N2RN3O3 A3P3N2Q3R IBNY2 W2BN2T2N2R3N| A | |
| Mr Beringer whose son | B |
| fell at the Canal that strangers dug | C |
| so ships could cross the desert | D |
| crosses my path at Jaffa Gate | E |
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| He has grown very thin has lost | F |
| the weight of his son | B |
| That's why he floats so lightly in the alleys | G |
| and gets caught in my heart like little twigs | H |
| that drift away | I |
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| As a child he would mash his potatoes | J |
| to a golden mush | K |
| And then you die | L |
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| A living child must be cleaned | M |
| when he comes home from playing | N |
| But for a dead man | O |
| earth and sand are clear water in which | P |
| his body goes on being bathed and purified | Q |
| forever | R |
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| The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier | R |
| across there On the enemy's side A good landmark | S |
| for gunners of the future | R |
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| Or the war monument in London | B |
| at Hyde Park Corner decorated | T |
| like a magnificent cake yet another soldier | R |
| lifting head and rifle | U |
| another cannon another eagle another | R |
| stone angel | U |
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| And the whipped cream of a huge marble flag | V |
| poured over it all | W |
| with an expert hand | X |
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| But the candied much too red cherries | G |
| were already gobbled up | Y |
| by the glutton of hearts Amen | Z |
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| I came upon an old zoology textbook | A2 |
| Brehm Volume II Birds | B2 |
| in sweet phrases an account of the life of the starling | N |
| swallow and thrush Full of mistakes in antiquated | T |
| Gothic typeface but full of love too Our feathered | C2 |
| friends Migrate from us to warmer climes | D2 |
| Nest speckled egg soft plumage nightingale | E2 |
| stork The harbirngers of spring The robin | B |
| red breasted | T |
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| Year of publication Germany | F2 |
| on the eve of the war that was to be | F2 |
| the eve of all my wars | G2 |
| My good friend who died in my arms in | H2 |
| his blood | T |
| on the sands of Ashdod June | I2 |
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| Oh my friend | J2 |
| red breasted | T |
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| Dicky was hit | K2 |
| Like the water tower at Yad Mordekhai | L2 |
| Hit A hole in the belly Everything | N |
| came flooding out | M2 |
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| But he has remained standing like that | N2 |
| in the landscape of my memory | F2 |
| like the water tower at Yad Mordekhai | L2 |
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| He fell not far from there | O2 |
| a little to the north near Houlayqat | N2 |
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| Is all of this | P2 |
| sorrow I don't know | Q2 |
| I stood in the cemetery dressed in | H2 |
| the camouflage clothes of a living man brown pants | R2 |
| and a shirt yellow as the sun | B |
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| Cemeteries are cheap they don't ask for much | S2 |
| Even the wastebaskets are small made for holding | N |
| tissue paper | R |
| that wrapped flowers from the store | T2 |
| Cemeteries are a polite and disciplined thing | N |
| I Shall never forget you in French | U2 |
| on a little ceramic plaque | V2 |
| I don't know who it is that won't ever forget | N2 |
| he's more anonymous than the one who died | N2 |
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| Is all of this sorrow I guess so | Q2 |
| May ye find consolation in the building | N |
| of the homeland But how long | W2 |
| can you go on building the homeland | N2 |
| and not fall behind in the terrible | U |
| three sided race | X2 |
| between consolation and building and death | Y2 |
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| Yes all of this is sorrow But leave | Z2 |
| a little love burining always | A3 |
| like the small bulb in the room of a sleeping baby | F2 |
| that gives him a bit of security and quiet love | B3 |
| though he doesn't know what the light is | C3 |
| or where it comes from | D3 |
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| Memorial Day for the war dead go tack on | E3 |
| the grief of all your losses | F3 |
| including a woman who left you | G3 |
| to the grief of losing them go mix | H3 |
| one sorrow with another like history | F2 |
| that in its economical way | I |
| heaps pain and feast and sacrifice | I3 |
| onto a single day for easy reference | J3 |
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| Oh sweet world soaked like bread | N2 |
| in sweet milk for the terrible | U |
| toothless God Behind all this | P2 |
| some great happiness is hiding No use | K3 |
| crying inside and screaming outside | N2 |
| Behind all this some great happiness may | I |
| be hiding | N |
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| Memorial day Bitter salt dressed up as | L3 |
| a little girl with flowers | M3 |
| Ropes are strung out the whole length of the route | N2 |
| for a joing parade the living and the dead together | R |
| Children move with the footsteps of someone else's grief | N3 |
| as if picking their way through broken glass | O3 |
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| The flautist's mouth will stay pursed for many days | A3 |
| A dead soldier swims among the small heads | P3 |
| with the swimming motions of the dead | N2 |
| with the ancient error the dead have | Q3 |
| about the place of the living water | R |
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| A flag loses contact with reality and flies away | I |
| A store window decked out with beautiful dresses for women | B |
| in blue and white And everything | N |
| in three languages Hebrew Arabic and Death | Y2 |
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| A great royal beast has been dying all night long | W2 |
| under the jasmine | B |
| with a fixed stare at the world | N2 |
| A man whose son died in the war | T2 |
| walks up the street | N2 |
| like a woman with a dead fetus inside her womb | R3 |
| Behind all this some great happiness is hiding | N |
Yehuda Amichai
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