Elegiac Feelings American Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDECDCFDGHIJKLHMNC COBPQRDDHNHSPHCRCTUC JVMIRJRRNRRCHRCRHRWC RX RYWRZA2RRIB2C2D2UE2C RWCPURIF2RPJG2WRJH2H CCE2RJPNURRUCI2RRJ2R RRK2RJ2J2RUU IPRMHRRJRCU L2RL2UCM2URRRRRRCRN2 RRUWRCHHCRUCURRU| A | |
| How inseparable you and the America you saw yet was never | B |
| there to see you and America like the tree and the | C |
| ground are one the same yet how like a palm tree | D |
| in the state of Oregon dead ere it blossomed | E |
| like a snow polar loping the | C |
| Miami | D |
| How so that which you were or hoped to be and the | C |
| America not the America you saw yet could | F |
| not see | D |
| So like yet unlike the ground from which you stemmed | G |
| you stood upon America like a rootless | H |
| Hat bottomed tree to the squirrel there was no | I |
| divorcement in its hop of ground to its climb of | J |
| tree until it saw no acorn fall then it knew | K |
| there was no marriage between the two how | L |
| fruitless how useless the sad unnaturalness | H |
| of nature no wonder the dawn ceased being | M |
| a joy for what good the earth and sun when | N |
| the tree in between is good for nothing the | C |
| inseparable trinity once dissevered becomes a | C |
| cold fruitless meaningless thrice marked | O |
| deathlie in its awful amputation O butcher | B |
| the pork chop is not the pig The American | P |
| alien in America is a bitter truncation and even | Q |
| this elegy dear Jack shall have a butchered | R |
| tree a tree beaten to a pulp upon which it'll be | D |
| contained no wonder no good news can be | D |
| written on such bad news | H |
| How alien the natural home aye aye how dies the tree when | N |
| the ground is foreign cold unfree The winds | H |
| know not to blow the seed of the Redwood where | S |
| none before stood no palm is blown to Oregon | P |
| how wise the wind Wise | H |
| too the senders of the prophet knowing the | C |
| fertility of the designated spot where suchmeant | R |
| prophecy be announced and answerable the | C |
| sower of wheat does not sow in the fields of cane | T |
| for the sender of the voice did also send the ear | U |
| And were little Liechtenstein and not America the | C |
| designation surely then we'd the tongues of | J |
| Liechtenstein | V |
| Was not so much our finding America as it was America finding | M |
| its voice in us many spoke to America as though | I |
| America by land right was theirs by law right | R |
| legislatively acquired by materialistic coups of | J |
| wealth and inheritance like the citizen of society | R |
| believes himself the owner of society and what he | R |
| makes of himself he makes of America and thus when | N |
| he speaks of America he speaks of himself and quite | R |
| often such a he is duly elected to represent what he | R |
| represents an infernal ego of an America | C |
| Thus many a patriot speaks lovingly of himself when he speaks | H |
| of America and not to appreciate him is not to | R |
| appreciate America and vice versa | C |
| The tongue of truth is the true tongue of America and it could | R |
| not be found in the Daily Heralds since the voice | H |
| therein was a controlled voice wickedly | R |
| opinionated and directed at gullible | W |
| No wonder we found ourselves rootless for we've become the | C |
| very roots themselves the lie can never take root | R |
| and there grow under a truth of sun and therefrom bear the fruit of truth | X |
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| Alas Jack seems I cannot requiem thee without | R |
| requieming America and that's one requiem | Y |
| I shall not presume for as long as I live there'll | W |
| be no requiems for me | R |
| For though the tree dies the tree is born anew only until | Z |
| the tree dies forever and never a tree born | A2 |
| anew shall the ground die too | R |
| Yours the eyes that saw the heart that felt the voice that | R |
| sang and cried and as long as America shall live though | I |
| ye old Kerouac body hath died yet shall you live | B2 |
| for indeed ours was a time of prophecy without death | C2 |
| as a consequence for indeed after us came the time | D2 |
| of assassins and whotll doubt thy last words 'After | U |
| me the deluge' | E2 |
| Ah but were it a matter of seasons I'd not doubt the return of the | C |
| tree for what good the ground upon which we stand | R |
| itself unable to stand aye the tree will in seasonal | W |
| time fall for it be nature's wont thaPs why the | C |
| ground the down the slow yet sure decomposition | P |
| until the very tree becomes the very ground where | U |
| once it stood yet falls the ground ah then what | R |
| unanswerable this be unto nature for there is no | I |
| ground whereon to fall and land no down no up | F2 |
| even directionless and into what if what | R |
| composition goeth its decomposition | P |
| We came to announce the human spirit in the name of | J |
| beauty and truth and now this spirit cries out in nature's sake | G2 |
| the horrendous imbalance of all things natural | W |
| elusive nature caught like a bird in hand harnessed | R |
| and engineered in the unevolutional ways of | J |
| experiment and technique | H2 |
| Yes though the tree has taken root in the ground the ground is | H |
| upturned and in this forced vomitage is spewn the | C |
| dire miasma of fossilific trees of death the | C |
| million yeared pitch and grease of a dinosauric age | E2 |
| dead and gone how all brought to surface again and | R |
| made to roam the sky we breathe in stampedes of | J |
| pollution | P |
| What hope for the America so embodied in thee O friend when | N |
| the very same alcohol that disembodied your | U |
| brother redman of his America disembodied | R |
| ye A plot to grab their land we know yet what | R |
| plot to grab the ungrabbable land of one's spirit Thy visionary America were | U |
| impossible to unvision for when the shades of the | C |
| windows of the spirit are brought down that which | I2 |
| was seen yet remains the eyes of the spirit yet see | R |
| Aye the America so embodied in thee so definitely rooted | R |
| therefrom is the living embodiment of all | J2 |
| humanity young and free | R |
| And though the great redemptive tree blooms not yet full not | R |
| yet entirely sure there be the darksters sad and | R |
| old would like to have it fall they hack and chop | K2 |
| and saw away that nothing full and young and | R |
| free for sure be left to stand at all | J2 |
| Verily were such trees as youth be were such be made to fall | J2 |
| and never rise to fall again then shall the ground | R |
| fall and the deluge come and wash it asunder | U |
| wholly all and forever like a wind out of nowhere into nowhere | U |
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| 'How so like Clark Gable hands your hands ' Mexico | I |
| conversation Hands so strong and Mexican | P |
| sunned busy about America hands I knew would | R |
| make it would hold guard and caring | M |
| You were always talking about America and America was always | H |
| history to me General Wolfe lying on the ground | R |
| dying in his bright redcoat smittered by a bluecoat | R |
| hanging in the classroom wall next to the father of | J |
| our country whose heart area was painted in cloud | R |
| yes ours was an American history a history with a | C |
| future for sure | U |
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| How a Whitman we were always wanting a hoping an | L2 |
| America that America ever an America to be | R |
| never an America to sing about or to but ever an | L2 |
| America to sing hopefully for | U |
| All we had was past America and ourselves the now America | C |
| and O how we regarded that past And O the big lie | M2 |
| of that school classroom The Revolutionary War | U |
| all we got was Washington Revere Henry | R |
| Hamilton Jefferson and Franklin never Nat | R |
| Bacon Sam Adams Paine and what of liberty | R |
| was not to gain liberty that war liberty they had | R |
| they were the freest peoples of their time was not to | R |
| lose that liberty was why they went to arms yet | R |
| and yet the season that blossomed us upon the | C |
| scene was hardly free be there liberty today not to | R |
| hear the redman the blackman the youngman tell | N2 |
| And in the beginning when liberty was all one could hear wasn't | R |
| much of it for the poor witches of Salem and that | R |
| great lauder of liberty Franklin paid dollar | U |
| bounty for each scalp of the wild children of natural | W |
| free Pitt Jr obtained most of the city of brotherly | R |
| love by so outrageous a deception as stymied the | C |
| trusting heart of his red brother with tortuous | H |
| mistrust and how ignorant of liberty the wise | H |
| Jefferson owning the black losers of liberty for the | C |
| declarers of independence to declare it only for part | R |
| of the whole was to declare civil war | U |
| Justice is all any man of liberty need hope for and justice was a | C |
| most important foundling thing a diadem for | U |
| American life upon which the twinship of private | R |
| property and God could be established | R |
| How suffered the poor | U |
Gregory Corso
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