An Explanation Of America: A Love Of Death Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDBEFGH IJK ELEKMNOPQKIORKSKTEUS LVKKEAKKWXIEYKKKLEKI ZA2KB2L KRKC2LBD2XKE2CBF2XLR JKEKAG2LKBKKIE

Imagine a child from Virginia or New HampshireA
Alone on the prairie eighty years agoB
Or more one afternoon the shaggy peltC
Of grasses for the first time in that child s lifeD
Flowing for miles Imagine the moving shadowB
Of a cloud far off across that shadeless oceanE
The obliterating strangeness like a tideF
That pulls or empties the bubble of the child sG
Imaginary heart No hills no treesH
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The child s heart lightens tending like a bubbleI
Towards the currents of the grass and skyJ
The pure potential of the clear blank spacesK
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Or imagine the child in a draw that holds a gardenE
Cupped from the limitless motion of the prairieL
Head resting against a pumpkin in evening sunE
Ground cherry bushes grow along the furrowsK
The fruit red under its papery moth shaped sheathM
Grasshoppers tumble among the vines as largeN
As dragons in the crumbs of pale dry earthO
The ground is warm to the child s cheek and the windP
Is a humming sound in the grass above the drawQ
Rippling the shadows of the red green bladesK
The bubble of the child s heart melts a littleI
Because the quiet of that air and earthO
Is like the shadow of a peaceful deathR
Limitless and potential a kind of spaceK
Where one dissolves to become a part of somethingS
Entire whether of sun and air or goodnessK
And knowledge it does not matter to the childT
Dissolved among the particles of the gardenE
Or into the motion of the grass and airU
Imagine the child happy to be a thingS
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Imagine then that on that same wide prairieL
Some people are threshing in the terrible heatV
With horses and machines cutting bandsK
And shoveling amid the clatter of the threshersK
The chaff in prickly clouds and the naked sunE
Burning as if it could set the chaff on fireA
Imagine that the people are Swedes or GermansK
Some of them resting pressed against the strawstacksK
Trying to get the meager shadeW
A manX
A tramp comes laboring across the stubbleI
Like a mirage against that blank horizonE
Laboring in his torn shoes toward the tallY
Mirage like images of the tilted threshersK
Clattering in the heat Because the SwedesK
Or Germans have no beer or else becauseK
They cannot speak his language properlyL
Or for some reason one cannot imagineE
The man climbs up on a thresher and cuts bandsK
A minute or two then waves to one of the peopleI
A young girl or a child and jumps head firstZ
Into the sucking mouth of the machineA2
Where he is wedged and beat and cut to piecesK
While the people shout and run in the clouds of chaffB2
Like lost mirages on the pelt of prairieL
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The obliterating strangeness and the spacesK
Are as hard to imagine as the love of deathR
Which is the love of an entire strangenessK
The contagious blankness of a quiet plainC2
Imagine that a man who had seen a prairieL
Should write a poem about a Dark or ShadowB
That seemed to be both his and the prairie s as ifD2
The shadow proved that he was not a manX
But something that lived in quiet like the grassK
Imagine that the man who writes that poemE2
Stunned by the loneliness of that wide peltC
Should prove to himself that he was like a shadowB
Or like an animal living in the darkF2
In the dark proof he finds in his poem the manX
Might come to think of himself as the very prairieL
The sod itself not lonely and immune to deathR
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None of this happens precisely as I tryJ
To imagine that it does in the empty plainsK
And yet it happens in the imaginationE
Of part of the country not in any placeK
More than another on the map but ratherA
Like a place where you and I have never beenG2
And need to try to imagine place like a prairieL
Where immigrants in the obliterating strangenessK
Thirst for the wide contagion of the shadowB
Or prairie where you and I with our other waysK
More like the cities or the hills or treesK
Less like the clear blank spaces with their potentialI
Are like strangers in a place we must imagineE

Robert Pinsky



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