Gregory Corso Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHGAIJKHLMNKOE PQHRSTUVWXYZA2B2C2KD 2E2AF2G2H2I2G2E2I2H2 H2H2H2G2G2G2J2G2H2BH 2K2H2L2G2G2AAE2M2G2A I2A2A2N2N2G2G2BBE2O2 H2P2L2H2Q2I2M2H2O2H2 AH2H2H2I2H2G2H2H2H2I 2H2R2R2G2O2H2H2H2NH2 I2H2E2E2E2S2G2G2H2KH 2H2H2H2H2I2H2H2H2H2H 2H2KKQ2XE2T2E2H2G2L2 KH2E2I2U2E2I2KI2XG2G 2V2XG2I2G2BO2W2I2H2O 2H2O2O2H2GO2GE2GGX2G G2H2GX2G2AE2T2H2G2Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb | A |
Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you | B |
Do I hate the mischievous thunderbolt the jawbone of an ass | C |
The bumpy club of One Million B C the mace the flail the axe | D |
Catapult Da Vinci tomahawk Cochise flintlock Kidd dagger Rathbone | E |
Ah and the sad desparate gun of Verlaine Pushkin Dillinger Bogart | F |
And hath not St Michael a burning sword St George a lance David a sling | G |
Bomb you are as cruel as man makes you and you're no crueller than cancer | H |
All Man hates you they'd rather die by car crash lightning drowning | G |
Falling off a roof electric chair heart attack old age old age O Bomb | A |
They'd rather die by anything but you Death's finger is free lance | I |
Not up to man whether you boom or not Death has long since distributed its | J |
categorical blue I sing thee Bomb Death's extravagance Death's jubilee | K |
Gem of Death's supremest blue The flyer will crash his death will differ | H |
with the climbor who'll fall to die by cobra is not to die by bad pork | L |
Some die by swamp some by sea and some by the bushy haired man in the night | M |
O there are deaths like witches of Arc Scarey deaths like Boris Karloff | N |
No feeling deaths like birth death sadless deaths like old pain Bowery | K |
Abandoned deaths like Capital Punishment stately deaths like senators | O |
And unthinkable deaths like Harpo Marx girls on Vogue covers my own | E |
I do not know just how horrible Bombdeath is I can only imagine | P |
Yet no other death I know has so laughable a preview I scope | Q |
a city New York City streaming starkeyed subway shelter | H |
Scores and scores A fumble of humanity High heels bend | R |
Hats whelming away Youth forgetting their combs | S |
Ladies not knowing what to do with their shopping bags | T |
Unperturbed gum machines Yet dangerous rd rail | U |
Ritz Brothers from the Bronx caught in the A train | V |
The smiling Schenley poster will always smile | W |
Impish death Satyr Bomb Bombdeath | X |
Turtles exploding over Istanbul | Y |
The jaguar's flying foot | Z |
soon to sink in arctic snow | A2 |
Penguins plunged against the Sphinx | B2 |
The top of the Empire state | C2 |
arrowed in a broccoli field in Sicily | K |
Eiffel shaped like a C in Magnolia Gardens | D2 |
St Sophia peeling over Sudan | E2 |
O athletic Death Sportive Bomb | A |
the temples of ancient times | F2 |
their grand ruin ceased | G2 |
Electrons Protons Neutrons | H2 |
gathering Hersperean hair | I2 |
walking the dolorous gulf of Arcady | G2 |
joining marble helmsmen | E2 |
entering the final ampitheater | I2 |
with a hymnody feeling of all Troys | H2 |
heralding cypressean torches | H2 |
racing plumes and banners | H2 |
and yet knowing Homer with a step of grace | H2 |
Lo the visiting team of Present | G2 |
the home team of Past | G2 |
Lyre and tube together joined | G2 |
Hark the hotdog soda olive grape | J2 |
gala galaxy robed and uniformed | G2 |
commissary O the happy stands | H2 |
Ethereal root and cheer and boo | B |
The billioned all time attendance | H2 |
The Zeusian pandemonium | K2 |
Hermes racing Owens | H2 |
The Spitball of Buddha | L2 |
Christ striking out | G2 |
Luther stealing third | G2 |
Planeterium Death Hosannah Bomb | A |
Gush the final rose O Spring Bomb | A |
Come with thy gown of dynamite green | E2 |
unmenace Nature's inviolate eye | M2 |
Before you the wimpled Past | G2 |
behind you the hallooing Future O Bomb | A |
Bound in the grassy clarion air | I2 |
like the fox of the tally ho | A2 |
thy field the universe thy hedge the geo | A2 |
Leap Bomb bound Bomb frolic zig and zag | N2 |
The stars a swarm of bees in thy binging bag | N2 |
Stick angels on your jubilee feet | G2 |
wheels of rainlight on your bunky seat | G2 |
You are due and behold you are due | B |
and the heavens are with you | B |
hosanna incalescent glorious liaison | E2 |
BOMB O havoc antiphony molten cleft BOOM | O2 |
Bomb mark infinity a sudden furnace | H2 |
spread thy multitudinous encompassed Sweep | P2 |
set forth awful agenda | L2 |
Carrion stars charnel planets carcass elements | H2 |
Corpse the universe tee hee finger in the mouth hop | Q2 |
over its long long dead Nor | I2 |
From thy nimbled matted spastic eye | M2 |
exhaust deluges of celestial ghouls | H2 |
From thy appellational womb | O2 |
spew birth gusts of of great worms | H2 |
Rip open your belly Bomb | A |
from your belly outflock vulturic salutations | H2 |
Battle forth your spangled hyena finger stumps | H2 |
along the brink of Paradise | H2 |
O Bomb O final Pied Piper | I2 |
both sun and firefly behind your shock waltz | H2 |
God abandoned mock nude | G2 |
beneath His thin false talc's apocalypse | H2 |
He cannot hear thy flute's | H2 |
happy the day profanations | H2 |
He is spilled deaf into the Silencer's warty ear | I2 |
His Kingdom an eternity of crude wax | H2 |
Clogged clarions untrumpet Him | R2 |
Sealed angels unsing Him | R2 |
A thunderless God A dead God | G2 |
O Bomb thy BOOM His tomb | O2 |
That I lean forward on a desk of science | H2 |
an astrologer dabbling in dragon prose | H2 |
half smart about wars bombs especially bombs | H2 |
That I am unable to hate what is necessary to love | N |
That I can't exist in a world that consents | H2 |
a child in a park a man dying in an electric chair | I2 |
That I am able to laugh at all things | H2 |
all that I know and do not know thus to conceal my pain | E2 |
That I say I am a poet and therefore love all man | E2 |
knowing my words to be the acquainted prophecy of all men | E2 |
and my unwords no less an acquaintanceship | S2 |
That I am manifold | G2 |
a man pursuing the big lies of gold | G2 |
or a poet roaming in bright ashes | H2 |
or that which I imagine myself to be | K |
a shark toothed sleep a man eater of dreams | H2 |
I need not then be all smart about bombs | H2 |
Happily so for if I felt bombs were caterpillars | H2 |
I'd doubt not they'd become butterflies | H2 |
There is a hell for bombs | H2 |
They're there I see them there | I2 |
They sit in bits and sing songs | H2 |
mostly German songs | H2 |
And two very long American songs | H2 |
and they wish there were more songs | H2 |
especially Russian and Chinese songs | H2 |
and some more very long American songs | H2 |
Poor little Bomb that'll never be | K |
an Eskimo song I love thee | K |
I want to put a lollipop | Q2 |
in thy furcal mouth | X |
A wig of Goldilocks on thy baldy bean | E2 |
and have you skip with me Hansel and Gretel | T2 |
along the Hollywoodian screen | E2 |
O Bomb in which all lovely things | H2 |
moral and physical anxiously participate | G2 |
O fairylike plucked from the | L2 |
grandest universe tree | K |
O piece of heaven which gives | H2 |
both mountain and anthill a sun | E2 |
I am standing before your fantastic lily door | I2 |
I bring you Midgardian roses Arcadian musk | U2 |
Reputed cosmetics from the girls of heaven | E2 |
Welcome me fear not thy opened door | I2 |
nor thy cold ghost's grey memory | K |
nor the pimps of indefinite weather | I2 |
their cruel terrestial thaw | X |
Oppenheimer is seated | G2 |
in the dark pocket of Light | G2 |
Fermi is dry in Death's Mozambique | V2 |
Einstein his mythmouth | X |
a barnacled wreath on the moon squid's head | G2 |
Let me in Bomb rise from that pregnant rat corner | I2 |
nor fear the raised broom nations of the world | G2 |
O Bomb I love you | B |
I want to kiss your clank eat your boom | O2 |
You are a paean an acme of scream | W2 |
a lyric hat of Mister Thunder | I2 |
O resound thy tanky knees | H2 |
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM | O2 |
BOOM ye skies and BOOM ye suns | H2 |
BOOM BOOM ye moons ye stars BOOM | O2 |
nights ye BOOM ye days ye BOOM | O2 |
BOOM BOOM ye winds ye clouds ye rains | H2 |
go BANG ye lakes ye oceans BING | G |
Barracuda BOOM and cougar BOOM | O2 |
Ubangi BOOM orangutang | G |
BING BANG BONG BOOM bee bear baboon | E2 |
ye BANG ye BONG ye BING | G |
the tail the fin the wing | G |
Yes Yes into our midst a bomb will fall | X2 |
Flowers will leap in joy their roots aching | G |
Fields will kneel proud beneath the halleluyahs of the wind | G2 |
Pinkbombs will blossom Elkbombs will perk their ears | H2 |
Ah many a bomb that day will awe the bird a gentle look | G |
Yet not enough to say a bomb will fall | X2 |
or even contend celestial fire goes out | G2 |
Know that the earth will madonna the Bomb | A |
that in the hearts of men to come more bombs will be born | E2 |
magisterial bombs wrapped in ermine all beautiful | T2 |
and they'll sit plunk on earth's grumpy empires | H2 |
fierce with moustaches of gold | G2 |
Gregory Corso
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