A Supermarket In California Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CDDEDADDFGHIJDKLMENO PEGA| What thoughts I have of you tonight Walt Whitman for I walked down the | A |
| streets under the trees with a headache self conscious looking at the full moon | B |
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| In my hungry fatigue and shopping for images I went into the neon fruit | C |
| supermarket dreaming of your enumerations | D |
| What peaches and what penumbras Whole families shopping at night Aisles | D |
| full of husbands Wives in the avocados babies in the tomatoes and you | E |
| Garcia Lorca what were you doing down by the watermelons | D |
| I saw you Walt Whitman childless lonely old grubber poking among the | A |
| meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boys | D |
| I heard you asking questions of each Who killed the pork chops What price | D |
| bananas Are you my Angel | F |
| I wandered in and out of the brilliant stacks of cans following you and | G |
| followed in my imagination by the store detective | H |
| We strode down the open corridors together in our solitary fancy tasting | I |
| artichokes possessing every frozen delicacy and never passing the cashier | J |
| Where are we going Walt Whitman The doors close in an hour Which way does | D |
| your beard point tonight | K |
| I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and feel | L |
| absurd | M |
| Will we walk all night through solitary streets The trees add shade to | E |
| shade lights out in the houses we'll both be lonely | N |
| Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America of love past blue automobiles in | O |
| driveways home to our silent cottage | P |
| Ah dear father graybeard lonely old courage teacher what America did you | E |
| have when Charon quit poling his ferry and you got out on a smoking bank and | G |
| stood watching the boat disappear on the black waters of Lethe | A |
Allen Ginsberg
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