The Quaker Graveyard In Nantucket Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CCCCCCDEDEFGHIHJKLKM CCCCCC NONPQQ RMMRMMMSSMCC CTCUCCJCJCMCCCCCMCJ CC J VWMWMVVM MV CMCMCCMMMM XCXCCVMMVMMYMYMCC HMZZU MU C A2 A2 HH J JWW B2C2 D2 HH E2E2| Let man have dominion over the fishes of the sea and the fowls of the air | A |
| and the beasts and the whole earth and every creeping creature that moveth upon the earth | B |
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| I | - |
| A brackish reach of shoal off Madaket | C |
| The sea was still breaking violently and night | C |
| Had steamed into our north Atlantic Fleet | C |
| when the drowned sailor clutched the drag net Light | C |
| Flashed from his matted head and marble feet | C |
| He grappled at the net | C |
| With the coiled hurdling muscles of his thighs | D |
| The corpse was bloodless a botch of red and whites | E |
| It's open starring eyes | D |
| Were lusterless dead lights | E |
| Or cabin windows on a stranded hulk | F |
| Heavy with sand we weight the body close | G |
| Its eyes and heave it seaward whence it came | H |
| Where the heel headed dogfish barks at its nose | I |
| On Ahab's void and forehead and the name | H |
| Is blocked in yellow chalk | J |
| Sailors who pitch this at the portent at the sea | K |
| Where dreadnoughts shall confess | L |
| It's hell bent deity | K |
| When you are powerless | M |
| To sand bag this Atlantic bulwark faced | C |
| By the earth shaker green unwearied chaste | C |
| In his steel scales ask for no Orphean lute | C |
| To pluck life back The guns of the steeled fleet | C |
| Recoiled and then repeat | C |
| The hoarse salute | C |
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| II | - |
| Whenever winds are moving and their breath | N |
| Heaved at the roped in bulwarks of this pier | O |
| Then terns and sea gulls tremble at your death | N |
| In these waters Sailor can you hear | P |
| The Pequod's sea wings beating landward fall | Q |
| Headlong and break on our Atlantic wall | Q |
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| Off 'Sconset where the yawing S boats splash | R |
| The bellbuoy with ballooning spinnakers | M |
| As the entangled screeching mainsheet clears | M |
| The blocks off Madaket where lubbers lash | R |
| The heavy surf and throw their long lead squids | M |
| For blue fish Sea gulls blink their heavy lids | M |
| Seaward The winds' wings beat upon the stones | M |
| Cousin and scream for you and the claws rush | S |
| At the sea's throat and wring it in the slush | S |
| Of this old Quaker graveyard where the bones | M |
| Cry out in the long night for the hurt beast | C |
| Bobbing by Ahab's whaleboats in the East | C |
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| III | - |
| All you recovered from Poseidon died | C |
| With you my cousin and the harrowed brine | T |
| Is fruitless on the blue beard of the god | C |
| Stretching beyond us to the castles in Spain | U |
| Nantucket's westward haven To Cape Cod | C |
| Guns cradled on the tide | C |
| Blast the eelgrass about a waterclock | J |
| Of bilge and backwash roil the salt and the sand | C |
| Lashing earth's scaffold rock | J |
| Our warships in the hand | C |
| Of the great God where time's contrition blues | M |
| Whatever it was these Quaker sailor's lost | C |
| In the mad scramble of their lives They died | C |
| When time was open eyed | C |
| Wooden and childish only bones abide | C |
| There in the nowhere where their boats were tossed | C |
| Sky high where mariners had fabled news | M |
| Of IS the whited monster what it cost | C |
| Them is their secret In the sperm whale's slick | J |
| I see the Quakers drown and hear their cry | - |
| If God himself had not been by our side | C |
| If God himself had not been on our side | C |
| When the Atlantic rose against us why | - |
| Then it had swallowed us up quick | J |
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| IV | - |
| This is the end of the whaleroad and the whale | V |
| Who spewed Nantucket bones on the thrashed swell | W |
| And stirred the troubled waters to whirlpools | M |
| To send the Pequod packing off to hell | W |
| This is the end of them three quarters fools | M |
| Snatching at straws to sail | V |
| Seaward and seaward on the turntail whale | V |
| Spouting out blood and water as it rolls | M |
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| Sick as a dog to these Atlantic shoals | M |
| Clamavimus O depths Let the sea gulls wail | V |
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| For water for the deep where the high tide | C |
| Mutters to its hurt self mutters and ebbs | M |
| Waves wallow in their wash go out and out | C |
| Leave only the death rattle of the crabs | M |
| The beach increasing its enormous snout | C |
| Sucking the ocean's side | C |
| This is the end of running on the waves | M |
| We are poured out like water who will dance | M |
| The mast lashed master of Leviathans | M |
| Up from this field of Quakers in their unstoned graves | M |
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| V | - |
| When the whales viscera go and the roll | X |
| Of its corruption overruns this world | C |
| Beyond tree swept Nantucket and Wood's Hole | X |
| whistle and fall and sink into the fat | C |
| In the great ash pit of Jehoshapat | C |
| The bones cry for the blood of the white whale | V |
| The fat flukes arch and whack about its ears | M |
| The death lance churns into the sanctuary tears | M |
| The gun blue swingle heaving like a flail | V |
| And hacks the coiling life out it works and drags | M |
| And rips the sperm whale's midriff into rags | M |
| Gobbets of blubber spill to wind and weather | Y |
| Sailor and gulls go round the stoven timbers | M |
| Where the morning stars sing out together | Y |
| And thunder shakes the white surf and dismembers | M |
| The red flag hammered in the mast head Hide | C |
| Our steel Jonas Messias in Thy side | C |
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| VI | - |
| Our Lady of Walsingham | H |
| There once the penitents took off their shoes | M |
| and then walked barefoot the remaining mile | Z |
| And the small trees a stream and hedgerows file | Z |
| Slowly along the munching English lane | U |
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| Like cows to the old shrine until you lose | M |
| Track of your dragging pain | U |
| The stream flows down under the druid tree | - |
| Shiloah's whirlpools gurgle and make you glad | C |
| And whistled Sion by that stream But see | - |
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| Our Lady too small for her canopy | - |
| Sits near the altar There's no comeliness | - |
| At all or charm in that expressionless | - |
| Face with its heavy eyelids As before | A2 |
| This face for centuries a memory | - |
| Non est species neque d cor | A2 |
| Expressionless expresses God it goes | - |
| Past castled Sion She knows what God knows | - |
| Not Calvary's Cross nor crib at Bethlehem | H |
| Now and the world shall come to Walsingham | H |
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| VII | - |
| The empty winds are creaking and the oak | J |
| Splatters and splatters on the cenotaph | - |
| The boughs are trembling and a gaff | - |
| Bobs on the untimely stroke | J |
| Of the greased wash exploding on a shoal bell | W |
| In the old mouth of the Atlantic It's well | W |
| Atlantic you are fouled with the blue sailors | - |
| Sea monsters upward angel downward fish | B2 |
| Unmarried and corroding spare of flesh | C2 |
| Mart once of supercilious winged clippers | - |
| Atlantic where your bell trap guts its spoil | D2 |
| You could cut the brackish winds with a knife | - |
| Here in Nantucket and cast up the time | H |
| When the Lord God formed man from the sea's slime | H |
| And breathed into his face the breath of life | - |
| And the blue lung'd combers lumbered to the kill | E2 |
| The Lord survives the rainbow of His will | E2 |
Robert Lowell
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