Psychoanalysis: An Elegy Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDDEDFGDDHIJKI L BDFCBFBMBNDDOP Q FRSRTUFDVFWGTLXYLO L ZJFA2BIL Q B| What are you thinking about | A |
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| I am thinking of an early summer | B |
| I am thinking of wet hills in the rain | C |
| Pouring water Shedding it | D |
| Down empty acres of oak and manzanita | D |
| Down to the old green brush tangled in the sun | E |
| Greasewood sage and spring mustard | D |
| Or the hot wind coming down from Santa Ana | F |
| Driving the hills crazy | G |
| A fast wind with a bit of dust in it | D |
| Bruising everything and making the seed sweet | D |
| Or down in the city where the peach trees | H |
| Are awkward as young horses | I |
| And there are kites caught on the wires | J |
| Up above the street lamps | K |
| And the storm drains are all choked with dead branches | I |
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| What are you thinking | L |
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| I think that I would like to write a poem that is slow as a summer | B |
| As slow getting started | D |
| As th of July somewhere around the middle of the second stanza | F |
| After a lot of unusual rain | C |
| California seems long in the summer | B |
| I would like to write a poem as long as California | F |
| And as slow as a summer | B |
| Do you get me Doctor It would have to be as slow | M |
| As the very tip of summer | B |
| As slow as the summer seems | N |
| On a hot day drinking beer outside Riverside | D |
| Or standing in the middle of a white hot road | D |
| Between Bakersfield and Hell | O |
| Waiting for Santa Claus | P |
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| What are you thinking now | Q |
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| I m thinking that she is very much like California | F |
| When she is still her dress is like a roadmap Highways | R |
| Traveling up and down her skin | S |
| Long empty highways | R |
| With the moon chasing jackrabbits across them | T |
| On hot summer nights | U |
| I am thinking that her body could be California | F |
| And I a rich Eastern tourist | D |
| Lost somewhere between Hell and Texas | V |
| Looking at a map of a long wet dancing California | F |
| That I have never seen | W |
| Send me some penny picture postcards lady | G |
| Send them | T |
| One of each breast photographed looking | L |
| Like curious national monuments | X |
| One of your body sweeping like a three lane highway | Y |
| Twenty seven miles from a night s lodging | L |
| In the world s oldest hotel | O |
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| What are you thinking | L |
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| I am thinking of how many times this poem | Z |
| Will be repeated How many summers | J |
| Will torture California | F |
| Until the damned maps burn | A2 |
| Until the mad cartographer | B |
| Falls to the ground and possesses | I |
| The sweet thick earth from which he has been hiding | L |
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| What are you thinking now | Q |
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| I am thinking that a poem could go on forever | B |
Jack Spicer
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