When I'm Killed

Robert Graves (1895–1985) · 1917

iambic tetrameter · ABABCC · 18 lines · from Fairies and Fusiliers

When I'm killed, don't think of meBuried there in Cambrin Wood,Nor as in Zion think of meWith the Intolerable Good.And there's one thing that I know well,I'm damned if I'll be damned to Hell!

So when I'm killed, don't wait for me,Walking the dim corridor;In Heaven or Hell, don't wait for me,Or you must wait for evermore.You'll find me buried, living-deadIn these verses that you've read.

So when I'm killed, don't mourn for me,Shot, poor lad, so bold and young,Killed and gone--don't mourn for me.On your lips my life is hung:O friends and lovers, you can saveYour playfellow from the grave.

Words in this poem

zion n.
A hill in Jerusalem, which, after the capture of that city by the Israelites, became the royal residence of David and his successors. [Heb. tsiy, originally, a hill.]
damned a.
Sentenced to punishment in a future state; condemned; consigned to perdition.
corridor n.
A gallery or passageway leading to several apartments of a house. [F., fr. Itt. corridpore, or Sp. corredor; prop., a runner, hence, a running or long line, a gallery, fr. L. currere to run. See Course.]
evermore adv.
During eternity; always; forever; for an indefinite period; at all times; -- often used substantively with for.
playfellow n.
A companion in amusements or sports; a playmate.

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

About this text

When I'm Killed is in the public domain. This text is taken from Fairies and Fusiliers, Project Gutenberg ebook #10122; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Robert Graves, When I'm Killed, in Fairies and Fusiliers (1917), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #10122, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/graves-fairies/when-i-m-killed.html, id L02425.

Form and metre

When I'm Killed is 18 lines in 3 stanzas of 6 lines each. The rhyme scheme is ABABCC, complete in 2 of its 3 stanzas. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 88%). 98% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 7.6 syllables. 1 line ends on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 22% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

See other poems in iambic tetrameter.

Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.

Rhyme words, stanza by stanza

The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.

  1. 1 ABABCC meA · woodB · meA · goodB · wellC · hellC
  2. 2 A-A-BB meA · corridor · meA · evermore · deadB · readB
  3. 3 ABABCC meA · youngB · meA · hungB · saveC · graveC
Scansion, line by line

Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against iambic tetrameter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
When I'm killed, don't think of me8···˘····
Buried there in Cambrin Wood,7/˘·····
Nor as in Zion think of me8···/˘···
With the Intolerable Good.8··˘/˘˘˘·
And there's one thing that I know well,8········
I'm damned if I'll be damned to Hell!8········
So when I'm killed, don't wait for me,8········
Walking the dim corridor;7/˘··/˘˘
In Heaven or Hell, don't wait for me,8·/······
Or you must wait for evermore.8·····/˘·
You'll find me buried, living-dead8···/˘/˘·
In these verses that you've read.7··/˘···
So when I'm killed, don't mourn for me,8········
Shot, poor lad, so bold and young,7·······
Killed and gone--don't mourn for me.8·˘······
On your lips my life is hung:7·······
O friends and lovers, you can save8···/˘···
Your playfellow from the grave.6·/˘···

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