Parliament Hill Fields Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBC CDEFB BEBBG GBHIJ KLGMG GNOLB BPLBQ QBBRM SGBTB BUVWBale as china | A |
The round sky goes on minding its business | B |
Your absence is inconspicuous | B |
Nobody can tell what I lack | C |
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Gulls have threaded the river's mud bed back | C |
To this crest of grass Inland they argue | D |
Settling and stirring like blown paper | E |
Or the hands of an invalid The wan | F |
Sun manages to strike such tin glints | B |
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From the linked ponds that my eyes wince | B |
And brim the city melts like sugar | E |
A crocodile of small girls | B |
Knotting and stopping ill assorted in blue uniforms | B |
Opens to swallow me I'm a stone a stick | G |
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One child drops a barrette of pink plastic | G |
None of them seem to notice | B |
Their shrill gravelly gossip's funneled off | H |
Now silence after silence offers itself | I |
The wind stops my breath like a bandage | J |
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Southward over Kentish Town an ashen smudge | K |
Swaddles roof and tree | L |
It could be a snowfield or a cloudbank | G |
I suppose it's pointless to think of you at all | M |
Already your doll grip lets go | G |
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The tumulus even at noon guards its black shadow | G |
You know me less constant | N |
Ghost of a leaf ghost of a bird | O |
I circle the writhen trees I am too happy | L |
These faithful dark boughed cypresses | B |
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Brood rooted in their heaped losses | B |
Your cry fades like the cry of a gnat | P |
I lose sight of you on your blind journey | L |
While the heath grass glitters and the spindling rivulets | B |
Unspool and spend themselves My mind runs with them | Q |
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Pooling in heel prints fumbling pebble and stem | Q |
The day empties its images | B |
Like a cup or a room The moon's crook whitens | B |
Thin as the skin seaming a scar | R |
Now on the nursery wall | M |
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The blue night plants the little pale blue hill | S |
In your sister's birthday picture start to glow | G |
The orange pompons the Egyptian papyrus | B |
Light up Each rabbit eared | T |
Blue shrub behind the glass | B |
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Exhales an indigo nimbus | B |
A sort of cellophane balloon | U |
The old dregs the old difficulties take me to wife | V |
Gulls stiffen to their chill vigil in the drafty half light | W |
I enter the lit house | B |
Sylvia Plath
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