Ballad Of The Long-legged Bait Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCD AAEA AEFA GHIJ IKLF AMAM NONP QRST NUVW VAXA YZA2B2 C2D2E2F2 G2H2MI2 J2K2L2M2 N2XO2X AP2AQ2 AR2AS2 T2R2T2P U2V2U2W2 P2X2Y2Z2 A3AB3A C3D3E3F3 G3XEI LAH3A I3B2J3K3 AAH2A L3M3A2A M3N3AH2 O3P3AF3 AQAH XALA C3Q3C3R3 C3AC3A VS3YI3 M2ANA T3VU3V M2AIA V3W3V3M X3Y3Z3A4 B4Q2O3C4 D4O3E4F4 AG4AN G4MT2H4 I4AG3J4 K4L4PI2 M4EE2U2 M4M4M4M4 N4M4X3M4 C3AC3L3 V3O4C3L2 AM4AM4 AM4U3M4 M4P4X3The bows glided down and the coast | A |
Blackened with birds took a last look | B |
At his thrashing hair and whale blue eye | C |
The trodden town rang its cobbles for luck | D |
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Then good bye to the fishermanned | A |
Boat with its anchor free and fast | A |
As a bird hooking over the sea | E |
High and dry by the top of the mast | A |
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Whispered the affectionate sand | A |
And the bulwarks of the dazzled quay | E |
For my sake sail and never look back | F |
Said the looking land | A |
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Sails drank the wind and white as milk | G |
He sped into the drinking dark | H |
The sun shipwrecked west on a pearl | I |
And the moon swam out of its hulk | J |
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Funnels and masts went by in a whirl | I |
Good bye to the man on the sea legged deck | K |
To the gold gut that sings on his reel | L |
To the bait that stalked out of the sack | F |
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For we saw him throw to the swift flood | A |
A girl alive with his hooks through her lips | M |
All the fishes were rayed in blood | A |
Said the dwindling ships | M |
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Good bye to chimneys and funnels | N |
Old wives that spin in the smoke | O |
He was blind to the eyes of candles | N |
In the praying windows of waves | P |
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But heard his bait buck in the wake | Q |
And tussle in a shoal of loves | R |
Now cast down your rod for the whole | S |
Of the sea is hilly with whales | T |
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She longs among horses and angels | N |
The rainbow fish bend in her joys | U |
Floated the lost cathedral | V |
Chimes of the rocked buoys | W |
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Where the anchor rode like a gull | V |
Miles over the moonstruck boat | A |
A squall of birds bellowed and fell | X |
A cloud blew the rain from its throat | A |
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He saw the storm smoke out to kill | Y |
With fuming bows and ram of ice | Z |
Fire on starlight rake Jesu's stream | A2 |
And nothing shone on the water's face | B2 |
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But the oil and bubble of the moon | C2 |
Plunging and piercing in his course | D2 |
The lured fish under the foam | E2 |
Witnessed with a kiss | F2 |
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Whales in the wake like capes and Alps | G2 |
Quaked the sick sea and snouted deep | H2 |
Deep the great bushed bait with raining lips | M |
Slipped the fins of those humpbacked tons | I2 |
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And fled their love in a weaving dip | J2 |
Oh Jericho was falling in their lungs | K2 |
She nipped and dived in the nick of love | L2 |
Spun on a spout like a long legged ball | M2 |
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Till every beast blared down in a swerve | N2 |
Till every turtle crushed from his shell | X |
Till every bone in the rushing grave | O2 |
Rose and crowed and fell | X |
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Good luck to the hand on the rod | A |
There is thunder under its thumbs | P2 |
Gold gut is a lightning thread | A |
His fiery reel sings off its flames | Q2 |
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The whirled boat in the burn of his blood | A |
Is crying from nets to knives | R2 |
Oh the shearwater birds and their boatsized brood | A |
Oh the bulls of Biscay and their calves | S2 |
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Are making under the green laid veil | T2 |
The long legged beautiful bait their wives | R2 |
Break the black news and paint on a sail | T2 |
Huge weddings in the waves | P |
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Over the wakeward flashing spray | U2 |
Over the gardens of the floor | V2 |
Clash out the mounting dolphin's day | U2 |
My mast is a bell spire | W2 |
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Strike and smoothe for my decks are drums | P2 |
Sing through the water spoken prow | X2 |
The octopus walking into her limbs | Y2 |
The polar eagle with his tread of snow | Z2 |
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From salt lipped beak to the kick of the stern | A3 |
Sing how the seal has kissed her dead | A |
The long laid minute's bride drifts on | B3 |
Old in her cruel bed | A |
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Over the graveyard in the water | C3 |
Mountains and galleries beneath | D3 |
Nightingale and hyena | E3 |
Rejoicing for that drifting death | F3 |
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Sing and howl through sand and anemone | G3 |
Valley and sahara in a shell | X |
Oh all the wanting flesh his enemy | E |
Thrown to the sea in the shell of a girl | I |
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Is old as water and plain as an eel | L |
Always good bye to the long legged bread | A |
Scattered in the paths of his heels | H3 |
For the salty birds fluttered and fed | A |
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And the tall grains foamed in their bills | I3 |
Always good bye to the fires of the face | B2 |
For the crab backed dead on the sea bed rose | J3 |
And scuttled over her eyes | K3 |
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The blind clawed stare is cold as sleet | A |
The tempter under the eyelid | A |
Who shows to the selves asleep | H2 |
Mast high moon white women naked | A |
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Walking in wishes and lovely for shame | L3 |
Is dumb and gone with his flame of brides | M3 |
Susannah's drowned in the bearded stream | A2 |
And no one stirs at Sheba's side | A |
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But the hungry kings of the tides | M3 |
Sin who had a woman's shape | N3 |
Sleeps till Silence blows on a cloud | A |
And all the lifted waters walk and leap | H2 |
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Lucifer that bird's dropping | O3 |
Out of the sides of the north | P3 |
Has melted away and is lost | A |
Is always lost in her vaulted breath | F3 |
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Venus lies star struck in her wound | A |
And the sensual ruins make | Q |
Seasons over the liquid world | A |
White springs in the dark | H |
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Always good bye cried the voices through the shell | X |
Good bye always for the flesh is cast | A |
And the fisherman winds his reel | L |
With no more desire than a ghost | A |
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Always good luck praised the finned in the feather | C3 |
Bird after dark and the laughing fish | Q3 |
As the sails drank up the hail of thunder | C3 |
And the long tailed lightning lit his catch | R3 |
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The boat swims into the six year weather | C3 |
A wind throws a shadow and it freezes fast | A |
See what the gold gut drags from under | C3 |
Mountains and galleries to the crest | A |
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See what clings to hair and skull | V |
As the boat skims on with drinking wings | S3 |
The statues of great rain stand still | Y |
And the flakes fall like hills | I3 |
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Sing and strike his heavy haul | M2 |
Toppling up the boatside in a snow of light | A |
His decks are drenched with miracles | N |
Oh miracle of fishes The long dead bite | A |
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Out of the urn a size of a man | T3 |
Out of the room the weight of his trouble | V |
Out of the house that holds a town | U3 |
In the continent of a fossil | V |
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One by one in dust and shawl | M2 |
Dry as echoes and insect faced | A |
His fathers cling to the hand of the girl | I |
And the dead hand leads the past | A |
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Leads them as children and as air | V3 |
On to the blindly tossing tops | W3 |
The centuries throw back their hair | V3 |
And the old men sing from newborn lips | M |
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Time is bearing another son | X3 |
Kill Time She turns in her pain | Y3 |
The oak is felled in the acorn | Z3 |
And the hawk in the egg kills the wren | A4 |
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He who blew the great fire in | B4 |
And died on a hiss of flames | Q2 |
Or walked the earth in the evening | O3 |
Counting the denials of the grains | C4 |
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Clings to her drifting hair and climbs | D4 |
And he who taught their lips to sing | O3 |
Weeps like the risen sun among | E4 |
The liquid choirs of his tribes | F4 |
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The rod bends low divining land | A |
And through the sundered water crawls | G4 |
A garden holding to her hand | A |
With birds and animals | N |
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With men and women and waterfalls | G4 |
Trees cool and dry in the whirlpool of ships | M |
And stunned and still on the green laid veil | T2 |
Sand with legends in its virgin laps | H4 |
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And prophets loud on the burned dunes | I4 |
Insects and valleys hold her thighs hard | A |
Times and places grip her breast bone | G3 |
She is breaking with seasons and clouds | J4 |
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Round her trailed wrist fresh water weaves | K4 |
with moving fish and rounded stones | L4 |
Up and down the greater waves | P |
A separate river breathes and runs | I2 |
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Strike and sing his catch of fields | M4 |
For the surge is sown with barley | E |
The cattle graze on the covered foam | E2 |
The hills have footed the waves away | U2 |
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With wild sea fillies and soaking bridles | M4 |
With salty colts and gales in their limbs | M4 |
All the horses of his haul of miracles | M4 |
Gallop through the arched green farms | M4 |
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Trot and gallop with gulls upon them | N4 |
And thunderbolts in their manes | M4 |
O Rome and Sodom To morrow and London | X3 |
The country tide is cobbled with towns | M4 |
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And steeples pierce the cloud on her shoulder | C3 |
And the streets that the fisherman combed | A |
When his long legged flesh was a wind on fire | C3 |
And his loin was a hunting flame | L3 |
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Coil from the thoroughfares of her hair | V3 |
And terribly lead him home alive | O4 |
Lead her prodigal home to his terror | C3 |
The furious ox killing house of love | L2 |
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Down down down under the ground | A |
Under the floating villages | M4 |
Turns the moon chained and water wound | A |
Metropolis of fishes | M4 |
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There is nothing left of the sea but its sound | A |
Under the earth the loud sea walks | M4 |
In deathbeds of orchards the boat dies down | U3 |
And the bait is drowned among hayricks | M4 |
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Land land land nothing remains | M4 |
Of the pacing famous sea but its speech | P4 |
And into its talkative seven | X3 |
Dylan Thomas
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