Skunk Hour Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDCC EDDFEF GHIGJG DGKGLD MGNGNM DOGPGO QRRSTQ UHGAGHfor Elizabeth Bishop | A |
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Nautilus Island's hermit | B |
heiress still lives through winter in her Spartan cottage | C |
her sheep still graze above the sea | D |
Her son's a bishop Her farmer is first selectman in our village | C |
she's in her dotage | C |
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Thirsting for | E |
the hierarchic privacy | D |
of Queen Victoria's century | D |
she buys up all | F |
the eyesores facing her shore | E |
and lets them fall | F |
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The season's ill | G |
we've lost our summer millionaire | H |
who seemed to leap from an L L Bean | I |
catalogue His nine knot yawl | G |
was auctioned off to lobstermen | J |
A red fox stain covers Blue Hill | G |
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And now our fairy | D |
decorator brightens his shop for fall | G |
his fishnet's filled with orange cork | K |
orange his cobbler's bench and awl | G |
there is no money in his work | L |
he'd rather marry | D |
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One dark night | M |
my Tudor Ford climbed the hill's skull | G |
I watched for love cars Lights turned down | N |
they lay together hull to hull | G |
where the graveyard shelves on the town | N |
My mind's not right | M |
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A car radio bleats | D |
quot Love O careless Love quot I hear | O |
my ill spirit sob in each blood cell | G |
as if my hand were at its throat | P |
I myself am hell | G |
nobody's here | O |
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only skunks that search | Q |
in the moonlight for a bite to eat | R |
They march on their solves up Main Street | R |
white stripes moonstruck eyes' red fire | S |
under the chalk dry and spar spire | T |
of the Trinitarian Church | Q |
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I stand on top | U |
of our back steps and breathe the rich air | H |
a mother skunk with her column of kittens swills the garbage pail | G |
She jabs her wedge head in a cup | A |
of sour cream drops her ostrich tail | G |
and will not scare | H |
Robert Lowell
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