Whitsun Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEF GHFHII JHHIKL HMNHOO| This is not what I meant | A |
| Stucco arches the banked rocks sunning in rows | B |
| Bald eyes or petrified eggs | C |
| Grownups coffined in stockings and jackets | D |
| Lard pale sipping the thin | E |
| Air like a medicine | F |
| - | |
| The stopped horse on his chromium pole | G |
| Stares through us his hooves chew the breeze | H |
| Your shirt of crisp linen | F |
| Bloats like a spinnaker Hat brims | H |
| Deflect the watery dazzle the people idle | I |
| As if in hospital | I |
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| I can smell the salt all right | J |
| At our feet the weed mustachioed sea | H |
| Exhibits its glaucous silks | H |
| Bowing and truckling like an old school oriental | I |
| You're no happier than I about it | K |
| A policeman points out a vacant cliff | L |
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| Green as a pool table where cabbage butterflies | H |
| Peel off to sea as gulls do | M |
| And we picnic in the death stench of a hawthorn | N |
| The waves pulse like hearts | H |
| Beached under the spumy blooms we lie | O |
| Sea sick and fever dry | O |
Sylvia Plath
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