The Stones Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABB CDD EBB FGH IJK LLL MNN OPP QRB LLL LLL PST LLL LLL LUUThis is the city where men are mended | A |
I lie on a great anvil | B |
The flat blue sky circle | B |
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Flew off like the hat of a doll | C |
When I fell out of the light I entered | D |
The stomach of indifference the wordless cupboard | D |
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The mother of pestles diminished me | E |
I became a still pebble | B |
The stones of the belly were peaceable | B |
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The head stone quiet jostled by nothing | F |
Only the mouth hole piped out | G |
Importunate cricket | H |
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In a quarry of silences | I |
The people of the city heard it | J |
They hunted the stones taciturn and separate | K |
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The mouth hole crying their locations | L |
Drunk as a foetus | L |
I suck at the paps of darkness | L |
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The food tubes embrace me Sponges kiss my lichens away | M |
The jewelmaster drives his chisel to pry | N |
Open one stone eye | N |
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This is the after hell I see the light | O |
A wind unstoppers the chamber | P |
Of the ear old worrier | P |
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Water mollifies the flint lip | Q |
And daylight lays its sameness on the wall | R |
The grafters are cheerful | B |
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Heating the pincers hoisting the delicate hammers | L |
A current agitates the wires | L |
Volt upon volt Catgut stitches my fissures | L |
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A workman walks by carrying a pink torso | L |
The storerooms are full of hearts | L |
This is the city of spare parts | L |
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My swaddled legs and arms smell sweet as rubber | P |
Here they can doctor heads or any limb | S |
On Fridays the little children come | T |
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To trade their hooks for hands | L |
Dead men leave eyes for others | L |
Love is the uniform of my bald nurse | L |
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Love is the bone and sinew of my curse | L |
The vase reconstructed houses | L |
The elusive rose | L |
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Ten fingers shape a bowl for shadows | L |
My mendings itch There is nothing to do | U |
I shall be good as new | U |
Sylvia Plath
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