Finisterre Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHI JKLMNOPQR QSTBCPNCN UVWXYZA2A2This was the land's end the last fingers knuckled and rheumatic | A |
Cramped on nothing Black | B |
Admonitory cliffs and the sea exploding | C |
With no bottom or anything on the other side of it | D |
Whitened by the faces of the drowned | E |
Now it is only gloomy a dump of rocks | F |
Leftover soldiers from old messy wars | G |
The sea cannons into their ear but they don't budge | H |
Other rocks hide their grudges under the water | I |
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The cliffs are edged with trefoils stars and bells | J |
Such as fingers might embroider close to death | K |
Almost too small for the mists to bother with | L |
The mists are part of the ancient paraphernalia | M |
Souls rolled in the doom noise of the sea | N |
They bruise the rocks out of existence then resurrect them | O |
They go up without hope like sighs | P |
I walk among them and they stuff my mouth with cotton | Q |
When they free me I am beaded with tears | R |
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Our Lady of the Shipwrecked is striding toward the horizon | Q |
Her marble skirts blown back in two pink wings | S |
A marble sailor kneels at her foot distractedly and at his foot | T |
A peasant woman in black | B |
Is praying to the monument of the sailor praying | C |
Our Lady of the Shipwrecked is three times life size | P |
Her lips sweet with divinity | N |
She does not hear what the sailor or the peasant is saying | C |
She is in love with the beautiful formlessness of the sea | N |
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Gull colored laces flap in the sea drafts | U |
Beside the postcard stalls | V |
The peasants anchor them with conches One is told | W |
'These are the pretty trinkets the sea hides | X |
Little shells made up into necklaces and toy ladies | Y |
They do not come from the Bay of the Dead down there | Z |
But from another place tropical and blue | A2 |
We have never been to | A2 |
These are our cr pes Eat them before they blow cold ' | - |
Sylvia Plath
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