anne sexton- cinderella

1b00could anyone please help me with finding poetic devices and outlining and possible themes....02b02br
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00You always read about it:02br
00the plumber with the twelve children02br
00who wins the Irish Sweepstakes.02br
00From toilets to riches.02br
00That story.02br
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00Or the nursemaid,02br
00some luscious sweet from Denmark02br
00who captures the oldest son's heart.02br
00from diapers to Dior.02br
00That story.02br
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00Or a milkman who serves the wealthy,02br
00eggs, cream, butter, yogurt, milk,02br
00the white truck like an ambulance02br
00who goes into real estate02br
00and makes a pile.02br
00From homogenized to martinis at lunch.02br
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00Or the charwoman02br
00who is on the bus when it cracks up02br
00and collects enough from the insurance.02br
00From mops to Bonwit Teller.02br
00That story.02br
02br
00Once02br
00the wife of a rich man was on her deathbed02br
00and she said to her daughter Cinderella:02br
00Be devout. Be good. Then I will smile02br
00down from heaven in the seam of a cloud.02br
00The man took another wife who had02br
00two daughters, pretty enough02br
00but with hearts like blackjacks.02br
00Cinderella was their maid.02br
00She slept on the sooty hearth each night02br
00and walked around looking like Al Jolson.02br
00Her father brought presents home from town,02br
00jewels and gowns for the other women02br
00but the twig of a tree for Cinderella.02br
00She planted that twig on her mother's grave02br
00and it grew to a tree where a white dove sat.02br
00Whenever she wished for anything the dove02br
00would drop it like an egg upon the ground.02br
00The bird is important, my dears, so heed him.02br
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00Next came the ball, as you all know.02br
00It was a marriage market.02br
00The prince was looking for a wife.02br
00All but Cinderella were preparing02br
00and gussying up for the event.02br
00Cinderella begged to go too.02br
00Her stepmother threw a dish of lentils02br
00into the cinders and said: Pick them02br
00up in an hour and you shall go.02br
00The white dove brought all his friends;02br
00all the warm wings of the fatherland came,02br
00and picked up the lentils in a jiffy.02br
00No, Cinderella, said the stepmother,02br
00you have no clothes and cannot dance.02br
00That's the way with stepmothers.02br
02br
00Cinderella went to the tree at the grave02br
00and cried forth like a gospel singer:02br
00Mama! Mama! My turtledove,02br
00send me to the prince's ball!02br
00The bird dropped down a golden dress02br
00and delicate little slippers.02br
00Rather a large package for a simple bird.02br
00So she went. Which is no surprise.02br
00Her stepmother and sisters didn't02br
00recognize her without her cinder face02br
00and the prince took her hand on the spot02br
00and danced with no other the whole day.02br
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00As nightfall came she thought she'd better02br
00get home. The prince walked her home02br
00and she disappeared into the pigeon house02br
00and although the prince took an axe and broke02br
00it open she was gone. Back to her cinders.02br
00These events repeated themselves for three days.02br
00However on the third day the prince02br
00covered the palace steps with cobbler's wax02br
00and Cinderella's gold shoe stuck upon it.02br
00Now he would find whom the shoe fit02br
00and find his strange dancing girl for keeps.02br
00He went to their house and the two sisters02br
00were delighted because they had lovely feet.02br
00The eldest went into a room to try the slipper on02br
00but her big toe got in the way so she simply02br
00sliced it off and put on the slipper.02br
00The prince rode away with her until the white dove02br
00told him to look at the blood pouring forth.02br
00That is the way with amputations.02br
00They just don't heal up like a wish.02br
00The other sister cut off her heel02br
00but the blood told as blood will.02br
00The prince was getting tired.02br
00He began to feel like a shoe salesman.02br
00But he gave it one last try.02br
00This time Cinderella fit into the shoe02br
00like a love letter into its envelope.02br
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00At the wedding ceremony02br
00the two sisters came to curry favor02br
00and the white dove pecked their eyes out.02br
00Two hollow spots were left02br
00like soup spoons.02br
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00Cinderella and the prince02br
00lived, they say, happily ever after,02br
00like two dolls in a museum case02br
00never bothered by diapers or dust,02br
00never arguing over the timing of an egg,02br
00never telling the same story twice,02br
00never getting a middle-aged spread,02br
00their darling smiles pasted on for eternity.02br
00Regular Bobbsey Twins.02br
00That story.0-