Witch Burning Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEF GEHIBJ KLMNOP QRSTUVIn the marketplace they are piling the dry sticks | A |
A thicket of shadows is a poor coat I inhabit | B |
The wax image of myself a doll's body | C |
Sickness begins here I am the dartboard for witches | D |
Only the devil can eat the devil out | E |
In the month of red leaves I climb to a bed of fire | F |
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It is easy to blame the dark the mouth of a door | G |
The cellar's belly They've blown my sparkler out | E |
A black sharded lady keeps me in parrot cage | H |
What large eyes the dead have | I |
I am intimate with a hairy spirit | B |
Smoke wheels from the beak of this empty jar | J |
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If I am a little one I can do no harm | K |
If I don't move about I'll knock nothing over So I said | L |
Sitting under a potlid tiny and inert as a rice grain | M |
They are turning the burners up ring after ring | N |
We are full of starch my small white fellows We grow | O |
It hurts at first The red tongues will teach the truth | P |
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Mother of beetles only unclench your hand | Q |
I'll fly through the candle's mouth like a singeless moth | R |
Give me back my shape I am ready to construe the days | S |
I coupled with dust in the shadow of a stone | T |
My ankles brighten Brightness ascends my thighs | U |
I am lost I am lost in the robes of all this light | V |
Sylvia Plath
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