"WE HEAR A TEACHER" by Claire Dennis
We hear a teacher walking down the hall,
Her thunderous steps echo across the floor.
Out of our desks we might fall,
as she approches nearer.
She brings with her a great, tall tower,
a tower of papers and plans.
Each of us fears her fearful power,
as she begins to pass them out.
The endless pages unfold,
and our wide eyes grow even wider.
“Attention, attention,” she scolds.
Why, oh why, must we take this exam?
In red is my use of end rhyme, which I used in the same structure of James Joyce's "I Hear an Army".
In green is my use of the sense of sound, which Joyce emphasizes greatly in "I Hear an Army".
Compared to...
"I HEAR AN ARMY" by James Joyce
I hear an army charging upon the land,
And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees:
Arrogant, in black armor, behind them stand,
Disdaining the reins, with fluttering whips, the charioteers.
They cry unto the night their battle-name:
I moan in sleep when I hear afar their whirling laughter.
They cleave the gloom of dreams, a blinding flame.
Clanging, clanging upon the heart as upon an anvil.
They come shaking in triumph their long, green hair:
They come out of the sea and run shouting by the shore.
My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair?
My love, my love, my love, why have you left me alone?
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