Cape Breton Poem Rhyme Scheme

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	A
the razorbill auks and the silly looking puffins all stand	B
with their backs to the mainland	B
in solemn uneven lines along the cliff's brown grass frayed edge	C
while the few sheep pastured there go Baaa baaa	D
Sometimes frightened by aeroplanes they stampede	E
and fall over into the sea or onto the rocks	F
The silken water is weaving and weaving	G
disappearing under the mist equally in all directions	H
lifted and penetrated now and then	I
by one shag's dripping serpent neck	J
and somewhere the mist incorporates the pulse	K
rapid but unurgent of a motor boat	L
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The same mist hangs in thin layers	M
among the valleys and gorges of the mainland	B
like rotting snow ice sucked away	N
almost to spirit the ghosts of glaciers drift	O
among those folds and folds of fir spruce and hackmatack	P
dull dead deep pea cock colors	M
each riser distinguished from the next	Q
by an irregular nervous saw tooth edge	C
alike but certain as a stereoscopic view	R
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The wild road clambers along the brink of the coast	S
On it stand occasional small yellow bulldozers	M
but without their drivers because today is Sunday	N
The little white churches have been dropped into the matted hills	T
like lost quartz arrowheads	U
The road appears to have been abandoned	V
Whatever the landscape had of meaning appears to have been abandoned	V
unless the road is holding it back in the interior	W
where we cannot see	X
where deep lakes are reputed to be	X
and disused trails and mountains of rock	Y
and miles of burnt forests standing in gray scratches	Z
like the admirable scriptures made on stones by stones	A2
and these regions now have little to say for themselves	B2
except in thousands of light song sparrow songs floating upward	C2
freely dispassionately through the mist and meshing	G
in brown wet fine torn fish nets	D2
	-
A small bus comes along in up and down rushes	Z
packed with people even to its step	E2
On weekdays with groceries spare automobile parts and pump parts	F2
but today only two preachers extra one carrying his frock coat on a	G2
hanger	W
It passes the closed roadside stand the closed schoolhouse	H2
where today no flag is flying	G
from the rough adzed pole topped with a white china doorknob	D
It stops and a man carrying a bay gets off	I2
climbs over a stile and goes down through a small steep meadow	J2
which establishes its poverty in a snowfall of daisies	K2
to his invisible house beside the water	W
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The birds keep on singing a calf bawls the bus starts	F2
The thin mist follows	L2
the white mutations of its dream	M2
an ancient chill is rippling the dark brooks	N2

Elizabeth Bishop

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