Little Fugue Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCD EFBG HIJK LMNO PQRSTBUV WLXK YZA2L RB2C2D2 BKZE2 F2G2KH2 I2J2YQ QKH2H2

The yew's black fingers wagA
Cold clouds go overB
So the deaf and dumbC
Signal the blind and are ignoredD
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I like black statementsE
The featurelessness of that cloud nowF
White as an eye all overB
The eye of the blind pianistG
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At my table on the shipH
He felt for his foodI
His fingers had the noses of weaselsJ
I couldn't stop lookingK
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He could hear BeethovenL
Black yew white cloudM
The horrific complicationsN
Finger traps a tumult of keysO
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Empty and silly as platesP
So the blind smileQ
I envy big noisesR
The yew hedge of the Grosse FugeS
Deafness is something elseT
Such a dark funnel my fatherB
I see your voiceU
Black and leafy as in my childhoodV
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A yew hedge of ordersW
Gothic and barbarous pure GermanL
Dead men cry from itX
I am guilty of nothingK
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The yew my Christ thenY
Is it not as torturedZ
And you during the Great WarA2
In the California delicatessenL
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Lopping off the sausagesR
They colour my sleepB2
Red mottled like cut necksC2
There was a silenceD2
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Great silence of another orderB
I was seven I knew nothingK
The world occurredZ
You had one leg and a Prussian mindE2
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Now similar cloudsF2
Are spreading their vacuous sheetsG2
Do you say nothingK
I am lame in the memoryH2
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I remember a blue eyeI2
A briefcase of tangerinesJ2
This was a man thenY
Death opened like a black tree blacklyQ
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I survive the whileQ
Arranging my morningK
These are my fingers this my babyH2
The clouds are a marriage of dress of that pallorH2

Sylvia Plath



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