The Jailer Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDE FGHIJ KLMNO OPOOQ RBOST OUBUS VSWUX YSBZU A2B2C2UU

My night sweats grease his breakfast plateA
The same placard of blue fog is wheeled into positionB
With the same trees and headstonesC
Is that all he can come up withD
The rattler of keysE
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I have been drugged and rapedF
Seven hours knocked out of my right mindG
Into a black sackH
Where I relax foetus or catI
Lever of his wet dreamsJ
-
Something is goneK
My sleeping capsule my red and blue zeppelinL
Drops me from a terrible altitudeM
Carapace smashedN
I spread to the beaks of birdsO
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O little gimletsO
What holes this papery day is already full ofP
He his been burning me with cigarettesO
Pretending I am a negress with pink pawsO
I am myself That is not enoughQ
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The fever trickles and stiffens in my hairR
My ribs show What have I eatenB
Lies and smilesO
Surely the sky is not that colorS
Surely the grass should be ripplingT
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All day gluing my church of burnt matchsticksO
I dream of someone else entirelyU
And he for this subversionB
Hurts me heU
With his armor of fakeryS
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His high cold masks of amnesiaV
How did I get hereS
Indeterminate criminalW
I die with varietyU
Hung starved burned hookedX
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I imagine himY
Impotent as distant thunderS
In whose shadow I have eaten my ghost rationB
I wish him dead or awayZ
That it seems is the impossibilityU
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That being free What would the darkA2
Do without fevers to eatB2
What would the lightC2
Do without eyes to knife what would heU
Do do do without meU

Sylvia Plath



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