Whitsun Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEF GHFHII JHHIKL HMNHOO

This is not what I meantA
Stucco arches the banked rocks sunning in rowsB
Bald eyes or petrified eggsC
Grownups coffined in stockings and jacketsD
Lard pale sipping the thinE
Air like a medicineF
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The stopped horse on his chromium poleG
Stares through us his hooves chew the breezeH
Your shirt of crisp linenF
Bloats like a spinnaker Hat brimsH
Deflect the watery dazzle the people idleI
As if in hospitalI
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I can smell the salt all rightJ
At our feet the weed mustachioed seaH
Exhibits its glaucous silksH
Bowing and truckling like an old school orientalI
You're no happier than I about itK
A policeman points out a vacant cliffL
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Green as a pool table where cabbage butterfliesH
Peel off to sea as gulls doM
And we picnic in the death stench of a hawthornN
The waves pulse like heartsH
Beached under the spumy blooms we lieO
Sea sick and fever dryO

Sylvia Plath



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