Celia Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAACD EFAGHIJKLLI MNMONPO QIRSTQU VWPXTYZA2B2JC2D2E2E2 C2F2F2G2H2I2F2J2K2I2 L2M2N2H2O2P2J2Q2R2S2 A2T2U2JC2V2M W2X2WTIY2N2TMZ2HA3WB 3 NC3H2| Cherry cherry | A |
| glowing on the hearth | B |
| bright red cherry | A |
| When you try to pick up cherry | A |
| Celia's shriek | C |
| sticks in you like a pin | D |
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| When God throws hailstones | E |
| you cuddle in Celia's shawl | F |
| and press your feet on her belly | A |
| high up like a stool | G |
| When Celia makes umbrella of her hand | H |
| Rain falls through | I |
| big pink spokes of her fingers | J |
| When wind blows Celia's gown up off her legs | K |
| she runs under pillars of the bank | L |
| great round pillars of the bank | L |
| have on white stockings too | I |
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| Celia says my father | M |
| will bring me a golden bowl | N |
| When I think of my father | M |
| I cannot see him | O |
| for the big yellow bowl | N |
| like the moon with two handles | P |
| he carries in front of him | O |
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| Grandpa grandpa | Q |
| Light all about you | I |
| ginger pouring out of green jars | R |
| You don't believe he has gone away and left his great coat | S |
| so you pretend you see his face up in the ceiling | T |
| When you clap your hands and cry grandpa grandpa grandpa | Q |
| Celia crosses herself | U |
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| It isn't a dream | V |
| It comes again and again | W |
| You hear ivy crying on steeples | P |
| the flames haven't caught yet | X |
| and images screaming | T |
| when they see red light on the lilies | Y |
| on the stained glass window of St Joseph | Z |
| The girl with the black eyes holds you tight | A2 |
| and you run and run | B2 |
| past the wild wild towers | J |
| and trees in the gardens tugging at their feet | C2 |
| and little frightened dolls | D2 |
| shut up in the shops | E2 |
| crying and crying because no one stops | E2 |
| you spin like a penny thrown out in the street | C2 |
| Then the man clutches her by the hair | F2 |
| He always clutches her by the hair | F2 |
| His eyes stick out like spears | G2 |
| You see her pulled back face | H2 |
| and her black black eyes | I2 |
| lit up by the glare | F2 |
| Then everything goes out | J2 |
| Please God don't let me dream any more | K2 |
| of the girl with the black black eyes | I2 |
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| Celia's shadow rocks and rocks | L2 |
| and mama's eyes stare out of the pillow | M2 |
| as though she had gone away | N2 |
| and the night had come in her place | H2 |
| as it comes in empty rooms | O2 |
| you can't bear it | P2 |
| the night threshing about | J2 |
| and lashing its tail on its sides | Q2 |
| as bold as a wolf that isn't afraid | R2 |
| and you scream at her face that is white as a stone on a grave | S2 |
| and pull it around to the light | A2 |
| till the night draws backward the night that walks alone | T2 |
| and goes away without end | U2 |
| Mama says I am cold Betty and shivers | J |
| Celia tucks the quilt about her feet | C2 |
| but I run for my little red cloak | V2 |
| because red is hot like fire | M |
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| I wish Celia | W2 |
| could see the sea climb up on the sky | X2 |
| and slide off again | W |
| Celia saying | T |
| I'd beg the world with you | I |
| Celia holding on to the cab | Y2 |
| hands wrenched away | N2 |
| wind in the masts like Celia crying | T |
| Celia never minded if you slapped her | M |
| when the comb made your hairs ache | Z2 |
| but though you rub your cheek against mama's hand | H |
| she has not said darling since | A3 |
| Now I will slap her again | W |
| I will bite her hand till it bleeds | B3 |
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| It is cool by the port hole | N |
| The wet rags of the wind | C3 |
| flap in your face | H2 |
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