The Golden Whales Of California Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCDCEEBFGFBHIHJKDK LLDMMNOPOQRSSIRTUVUB WSW X YYZZA2B2B2LC2D2E2D2B QCQF2NG2NEEH2 I2H2I2J2K2NK2L2NH2NE EH2H2H2H2H2H2H2H2H2M 2H2 M2SH2SH2H2H2H2H2H2H2 S AH2H2H2CCZZBEN EN2N2O2H2L2NH2H2H2H2 O2NH2O2O2BO2H2H2O2H2 H2NO2 O2L2L2L2QYYO2P2O2H2P 2 Q2 O2O2NB O2PO2R2R2O2 O2O2O2S2S2O2S2O2H2O2 O2O2O2O2O2O2O2O2O2O2 O2

Part I A Short Walk Along the CoastA
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Yes I have walked in CaliforniaB
And the rivers there are blue and whiteC
Thunderclouds of grapes hang on the mountainsD
Bears in the meadows pitch and fightC
Limber double jointed lords of fateE
Proud native sons of the Golden GateE
And flowers burst like bombs in CaliforniaB
Exploding on tomb and towerF
And the panther cats chase the red rabbitsG
Scatter their young blood every hourF
And the cattle on the hills of CaliforniaB
And the very swine in the holesH
Have ears of silk and velvetI
And tusks like long white polesH
And the very swine big heartedJ
Walk with pride to their doomK
For they feed on the sacred raisinsD
Where the great black agates loomK
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Goshawfuls are Burbanked with the grizzly bearsL
At midnight their children come clanking up the stairsL
They wriggle up the canyonsD
Nose into the cavesM
And swallow the papooses and the Indian bravesM
The trees climb so high the crows are dizzyN
Flying to their nests at the topO
While the jazz birds screech and storm the brazen beachP
And the sea stars turn flip flopO
The solid Golden Gate soars up to HeavenQ
Perfumed cataracts are hurledR
From the zones of silver snowS
To the ripening rye belowS
To the land of the lemon and the nutI
And the biggest ocean in the worldR
While the Native Sons like lords tremendousT
Lift up their heads with chants sublimeU
And the band stands sound the trombone the saxophone and xylophoneV
And the whales roar in perfect tune and timeU
And the chanting of the whales of CaliforniaB
I have set my heart uponW
It is sometimes a play by BelascoS
Sometimes a tale of Prester JohnW
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Part II The Chanting of the WhalesX
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North to the Pole south to the PoleY
The whales of California wallow and rollY
They dive and breed and snort and playZ
And the sun struck feed them every dayZ
Boatloads of citrons quinces cherriesA2
Of bloody strawberries plums and beetsB2
Hogsheads of pomegranates vats of sweetsB2
And the he whales chant like a cyclone blaresL
Proclaiming the California noonsC2
So gloriously hot some daysD2
The snake is fried in the desertE2
And the flea no longer playsD2
There are ten gold suns in CaliforniaB
When all other lands have oneQ
For the Golden Gate must have due lightC
And persimmons be well doneQ
And the hot whales slosh and cool in the washF2
And the fume of the hollow seaN
Rally and roam in the loblolly foamG2
And whoop that their souls are freeN
Limber double jointed lords of fateE
Proud native sons of the Golden GateE
And they chant of the forty ninersH2
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Who sailed round the cape for their lootI2
With guns and picks and washpansH2
And a dagger in each bootI2
How the richest became the King of EnglandJ2
The poorest became the King of SpainK2
The bravest a colonel in the armyN
And a mean one went insaneK2
The ten gold suns are so blastingL2
The sunstruck scoot for the seaN
And turn to mermen and mermaidsH2
And whoop that their souls are freeN
Limber double jointed lords of fateE
Proud native sons of the Golden GateE
And they take young whales for their bronchosH2
And old whales for their steedsH2
Harnessed with golden seaweedsH2
And driven with golden reedsH2
They dance on the shore throwing rose leavesH2
They kiss all night throwing heartsH2
They fight like scalded wildcatsH2
When the least bit of fighting startsH2
They drink these belly busting devilsH2
And their tremens shake the groundM2
And then they repent like whirlwindsH2
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And never were such saints foundM2
They will give you their plug tobaccoS
They will give you the shirts off their backsH2
They will cry for your every sorrowS
Put ham in your haversacksH2
And they feed the cuttlefishes whales and skatesH2
With dates and figs in bales and cratesH2
Shiploads of sweet potatoes peanuts rutabagasH2
Honey in hearts of gourdsH2
Grapefruits and oranges barrelled with applesH2
And spices like sharp sweet swordsH2
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Part III St Francis of San FranciscoS
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But the surf is white down the long strange coastA
With breasts that shake with sighsH2
And the ocean of all oceansH2
Holds salt from weary eyesH2
St Francis comes to his city at nightC
And stands in the brilliant electric lightC
And his swans that prophesy night and dayZ
Would soothe his heart that wastes awayZ
The giant swans of CaliforniaB
That nest on the Golden GateE
And beat through the clouds serenelyN
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And on St Francis waitE
But St Francis shades his face in his cowlN2
And stands in the street like a lost grey owlN2
He thinks of gold goldO2
He sees on far redwoodsH2
Dewfall and dawningL2
Deep in YosemiteN
Shadows and shrinesH2
He hears from far valleysH2
Prayers by young ChristiansH2
He sees their due penanceH2
So cruel so coldO2
He sees them made holyN
White souled like young aspensH2
With whimsies and fancies untoldO2
The opposite of goldO2
And the mighty mountain swans of CaliforniaB
Whose eggs are like mosque domes of IndO2
Cry with curious notesH2
That their eggs are good for boatsH2
To toss upon the foam and the windO2
He beholds on far riversH2
The venturesome loversH2
Sailing for the seaN
All nightO2
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In swanshells whiteO2
He sees them far on the ocean prevailingL2
In a year and a month and a day of sailingL2
Leaving the whales and their whoop unfailingL2
On through the lightning ice and confusionQ
North of the North PoleY
South of the jgouth PoleY
And west of the west of the west of the westO2
To the shore of Heartache s CureP2
The opposite of goldO2
On and on like ColumbusH2
With faith and eggshell sureP2
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Part IV The Voice of the EarthquakeQ2
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But what is the earthquake s cry at lastO2
Making St Francis yet aghastO2
' Oh the flashing cornucopia of haughtyN
From here on the audience California joins in theB
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Is gold gold goldO2
Their brittle speech and their clutching reachP
Is gold gold goldO2
What is the fire engine s ding dong bellR2
The burden of the burble of the bull frog in the wellR2
Gold gold goldO2
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What is the color of the cup and plateO2
And knife and fork of the chief of stateO2
Gold gold goldO2
What is the flavor of the Bartlett pearS2
What is the savor of the salt sea airS2
Gold gold goldO2
What is the color of the sea girl s hairS2
Gold gold goldO2
In the church of Jesus and the streets of VenusH2
Gold gold goldO2
What color are the cradle and the bridal bedO2
What color are the coffins of the great grey deadO2
Gold gold goldO2
What is the hue of the big whales hideO2
Gold gold goldO2
What is the color of their guts insideO2
Gold gold goldO2
' What is the color of the pumpkins in the moonlightO2
Gold gold goldO2
The color of the moth and the worm in the starlightO2
Gold gold goldO2

Vachel Lindsay



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