In The White Giant's Thigh Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB C DCD EEE EFDFD EGE G AHAIJK JK LELE MNM NEOEOE PEP E CECEEEEEEEEQBQ BThrough throats where many rivers meet the curlews cry | A |
Under the conceiving moon on the high chalk hill | B |
And there this night I walk in the white giant's thigh | A |
Where barren as boulders women lie longing still | B |
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To labour and love though they lay down long ago | C |
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Through throats where many many rivers meet the women pray | D |
Pleading in the waded bay for the seed to flow | C |
Though the names on their weed grown stones are rained away | D |
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And alone in the night's eternal curving act | E |
They yearn with tongues of curlews for the unconceived | E |
And immemorial sons of the cudgelling hacked | E |
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Hill Who once in gooseskin winter loved all ice leaved | E |
In the courters' lanes or twined in the ox roasting sun | F |
In the wains tonned so high that the wisps of the hay | D |
Clung to the pitching clouds or gay with any one | F |
Young as they in the after milking moonlight lay | D |
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Under the lighted shapes of faith and their moonshade | E |
Petticoats galed high or shy with the rough riding boys | G |
Now clasp me to their grains in the gigantic glade | E |
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Who once green countries since were a hedgerow of joys | G |
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Time by their dust was flesh the swineherd rooted sly | A |
Flared in the reek of the wiving sty with the rush | H |
Light of his thighs spreadeagle to the dunghill sky | A |
Or with their orchard man in the core of the sun's bush | I |
Rough as cows' tongues and thrashed with brambles their buttermilk | J |
Manes under the quenchless summer barbed gold to the bone | K |
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Or rippling soft in the spinney moon as the silk | J |
And ducked and draked white lake that harps to a hail stone | K |
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Who once were a bloom of wayside brides in the hawed house | L |
And heard the lewd wooed field flow to the coming frost | E |
The scurrying furred small friars squeal in the dowse | L |
Of day in the thistle aisles till the white owl crossed | E |
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Their breast the vaulting does roister the horned bucks climb | M |
Quick in the wood at love where a torch of foxes foams | N |
All birds and beasts of the linked night uproar and chime | M |
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And the mole snout blunt under his pilgrimage of domes | N |
Or butter fat goosegirls bounced in a gambo bed | E |
Their breasts full of honey under their gander king | O |
Trounced by his wings in the hissing shippen long dead | E |
And gone that barley dark where their clogs danced in the spring | O |
And their firefly hairpins flew and the ricks ran round | E |
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But nothing bore no mouthing babe to the veined hives | P |
Hugged and barren and bare on Mother Goose's ground | E |
They with the simple Jacks were a boulder of wives | P |
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Now curlew cry me down to kiss the mouths of their dust | E |
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The dust of their kettles and clocks swings to and fro | C |
Where the hay rides now or the bracken kitchens rust | E |
As the arc of the billhooks that flashed the hedges low | C |
And cut the birds' boughs that the minstrel sap ran red | E |
They from houses where the harvest kneels hold me hard | E |
Who heard the tall bell sail down the Sundays of the dead | E |
And the rain wring out its tongues on the faded yard | E |
Teach me the love that is evergreen after the fall leaved | E |
Grave after Belov d on the grass gulfed cross is scrubbed | E |
Off by the sun and Daughters no longer grieved | E |
Save by their long desires in the fox cubbed | E |
Streets or hungering in the crumbled wood to these | Q |
Hale dead and deathless do the women of the hill | B |
Love for ever meridian through the courters' trees | Q |
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And the daughters of darkness flame like Fawkes fires still | B |
Dylan Thomas
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