Face Lift Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBCDEFA GHIJIKLG MNOPOQRS OPTUVWXO

You bring me good news from the clinicA
Whipping off your silk scarf exhibiting the tight whiteB
Mummy cloths smiling I'm all rightB
When I was nine a lime green anesthetistC
Fed me banana gas through a frog mask The nauseous vaultD
Boomed with bad dreams and the Jovian voices of surgeonsE
Then mother swam up holding a tin basinF
O I was sickA
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They've changed all that TravelingG
Nude as Cleopatra in my well boiled hospital shiftH
Fizzy with sedatives and unusually humorousI
I roll to an anteroom where a kind manJ
Fists my fingers for me He makes me feel something preciousI
Is leaking from the finger vents At the count of twoK
Darkness wipes me out like chalk on a blackboardL
I don't know a thingG
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For five days I lie in secretM
Tapped like a cask the years draining into my pillowN
Even my best friend thinks I'm in the countryO
Skin doesn't have roots it peels away easy as paperP
When I grin the stitches tauten I grow backward I'm twentyO
Broody and in long skirts on my first husband's sofa my fingersQ
Buried in the lambswool of the dead poodleR
I hadn't a cat yetS
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Now she's done for the dewlapped ladyO
I watched settle line by line in my mirrorP
Old sock face sagged on a darning eggT
They've trapped her in some laboratory jarU
Let her die there or wither incessantly for the next fifty yearsV
Nodding and rocking and fingering her thin hairW
Mother to myself I wake swaddled in gauzeX
Pink and smooth as a babyO

Sylvia Plath



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