The Cross-roads Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFFGH FFIFJKLM N O PQRO STUSVWFNGXHYZ LA2B2FC2D2O QE2OF2YZG2H2I2J2K2 OL2QM2ZN2QOFP O2N2P2Q2E2P2 QSOQ2P2 ZWOR2OOOKS2Y OOT2O HHO GO U2V2N2W2HU2X2Y2HMA bullet through his heart at dawn On the table a letter signed | A |
with a woman's name A wind that goes howling round the house | B |
and weeping as in shame Cold November dawn peeping through the windows | C |
cold dawn creeping over the floor creeping up his cold legs | D |
creeping over his cold body creeping across his cold face | E |
A glaze of thin yellow sunlight on the staring eyes Wind howling | F |
through bent branches A wind which never dies down Howling wailing | F |
The gazing eyes glitter in the sunlight The lids are frozen open | G |
and the eyes glitter | H |
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The thudding of a pick on hard earth A spade grinding and crunching | F |
Overhead branches writhing winding interlacing unwinding scattering | F |
tortured twinings tossings creakings Wind flinging branches apart | I |
drawing them together whispering and whining among them A waning | F |
lobsided moon cutting through black clouds A stream of pebbles and earth | J |
and the empty spade gleams clear in the moonlight then is rammed again | K |
into the black earth Tramping of feet Men and horses | L |
Squeaking of wheels | M |
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'Whoa Ready Jim ' | - |
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'All ready ' | - |
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Something falls settles is still Suicides have no coffin | N |
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'Give us the stake Jim Now ' | - |
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Pound Pound | O |
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'He'll never walk Nailed to the ground ' | - |
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An ash stick pierces his heart if it buds the roots will hold him | P |
He is a part of the earth now clay to clay Overhead the branches sway | Q |
and writhe and twist in the wind He'll never walk with a bullet | R |
in his heart and an ash stick nailing him to the cold black ground | O |
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Six months he lay still Six months And the water welled up in his body | S |
and soft blue spots chequered it He lay still for the ash stick | T |
held him in place Six months Then her face came out of a mist of green | U |
Pink and white and frail like Dresden china lilies of the valley | S |
at her breast puce coloured silk sheening about her Under the young | V |
green leaves the horse at a foot pace the high yellow wheels of the chaise | W |
scarcely turning her face rippling like grain a blowing | F |
under her puce coloured bonnet and burning beside her flaming within | N |
his correct blue coat and brass buttons is someone What has dimmed the sun | G |
The horse steps on a rolling stone a wind in the branches makes a moan | X |
The little leaves tremble and shake turn and quake over and over | H |
tearing their stems There is a shower of young leaves | Y |
and a sudden sprung gale wails in the trees | Z |
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The yellow wheeled chaise is rocking rocking and all the branches | L |
are knocking knocking The sun in the sky is a flat red plate | A2 |
the branches creak and grate She screams and cowers for the green foliage | B2 |
is a lowering wave surging to smother her But she sees nothing | F |
The stake holds firm The body writhes the body squirms | C2 |
The blue spots widen the flesh tears but the stake wears well | D2 |
in the deep black ground It holds the body in the still black ground | O |
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Two years The body has been in the ground two years It is worn away | Q |
it is clay to clay Where the heart moulders a greenish dust the stake | E2 |
is thrust Late August it is and night a night flauntingly jewelled | O |
with stars a night of shooting stars and loud insect noises | F2 |
Down the road to Tilbury silence and the slow flapping of large leaves | Y |
Down the road to Sutton silence and the darkness of heavy foliaged trees | Z |
Down the road to Wayfleet silence and the whirring scrape of insects | G2 |
in the branches Down the road to Edgarstown silence and stars like | H2 |
stepping stones in a pathway overhead It is very quiet at the cross roads | I2 |
and the sign board points the way down the four roads endlessly points | J2 |
the way where nobody wishes to go | K2 |
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A horse is galloping galloping up from Sutton Shaking the wide | O |
still leaves as he goes under them Striking sparks with his iron shoes | L2 |
silencing the katydids Dr Morgan riding to a child birth over Tilbury way | Q |
riding to deliver a woman of her first born son One o'clock from | M2 |
Wayfleet bell tower what a shower of shooting stars And a breeze | Z |
all of a sudden jarring the big leaves and making them jerk up and down | N2 |
Dr Morgan's hat is blown from his head the horse swerves and curves away | Q |
from the sign post An oath spurs a blurring of grey mist | O |
A quick left twist and the gelding is snorting and racing | F |
down the Tilbury road with the wind dropping away behind him | P |
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The stake has wrenched the stake has started the body flesh from flesh | O2 |
has parted But the bones hold tight socket and ball and clamping them down | N2 |
in the hard black ground is the stake wedged through ribs and spine | P2 |
The bones may twist and heave and twine but the stake holds them still | Q2 |
in line The breeze goes down and the round stars shine for the stake | E2 |
holds the fleshless bones in line | P2 |
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Twenty years now Twenty long years The body has powdered itself away | Q |
it is clay to clay It is brown earth mingled with brown earth Only flaky | S |
bones remain lain together so long they fit although not one bone is knit | O |
to another The stake is there too rotted through but upright still | Q2 |
and still piercing down between ribs and spine in a straight line | P2 |
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Yellow stillness is on the cross roads yellow stillness is on the trees | Z |
The leaves hang drooping wan The four roads point four yellow ways | W |
saffron and gamboge ribbons to the gaze A little swirl of dust | O |
blows up Tilbury road the wind which fans it has not strength to do more | R2 |
it ceases and the dust settles down A little whirl of wind | O |
comes up Tilbury road It brings a sound of wheels and feet | O |
The wind reels a moment and faints to nothing under the sign post | O |
Wind again wheels and feet louder Wind again again again | K |
A drop of rain flat into the dust Drop Drop Thick heavy raindrops | S2 |
and a shrieking wind bending the great trees and wrenching off their leaves | Y |
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Under the black sky bowed and dripping with rain up Tilbury road | O |
comes the procession A funeral procession bound for the graveyard | O |
at Wayfleet Feet and wheels feet and wheels And among them | T2 |
one who is carried | O |
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The bones in the deep still earth shiver and pull There is a quiver | H |
through the rotted stake Then stake and bones fall together | H |
in a little puffing of dust | O |
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Like meshes of linked steel the rain shuts down behind the procession | G |
now well along the Wayfleet road | O |
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He wavers like smoke in the buffeting wind His fingers blow out like smoke | U2 |
his head ripples in the gale Under the sign post in the pouring rain | V2 |
he stands and watches another quavering figure drifting down | N2 |
the Wayfleet road Then swiftly he streams after it It flickers | W2 |
among the trees He licks out and winds about them Over under | H |
blown contorted Spindrift after spindrift smoke following smoke | U2 |
There is a wailing through the trees a wailing of fear | X2 |
and after it laughter laughter laughter skirling up to the black sky | Y2 |
Lightning jags over the funeral procession A heavy clap of thunder | H |
Then darkness and rain and the sound of feet and wheels | M |
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