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 O2Part I A Short Walk Along the Coast | A |
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Yes I have walked in California | B |
And the rivers there are blue and white | C |
Thunderclouds of grapes hang on the mountains | D |
Bears in the meadows pitch and fight | C |
Limber double jointed lords of fate | E |
Proud native sons of the Golden Gate | E |
And flowers burst like bombs in California | B |
Exploding on tomb and tower | F |
And the panther cats chase the red rabbits | G |
Scatter their young blood every hour | F |
And the cattle on the hills of California | B |
And the very swine in the holes | H |
Have ears of silk and velvet | I |
And tusks like long white poles | H |
And the very swine big hearted | J |
Walk with pride to their doom | K |
For they feed on the sacred raisins | D |
Where the great black agates loom | K |
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Goshawfuls are Burbanked with the grizzly bears | L |
At midnight their children come clanking up the stairs | L |
They wriggle up the canyons | D |
Nose into the caves | M |
And swallow the papooses and the Indian braves | M |
The trees climb so high the crows are dizzy | N |
Flying to their nests at the top | O |
While the jazz birds screech and storm the brazen beach | P |
And the sea stars turn flip flop | O |
The solid Golden Gate soars up to Heaven | Q |
Perfumed cataracts are hurled | R |
From the zones of silver snow | S |
To the ripening rye below | S |
To the land of the lemon and the nut | I |
And the biggest ocean in the world | R |
While the Native Sons like lords tremendous | T |
Lift up their heads with chants sublime | U |
And the band stands sound the trombone the saxophone and xylophone | V |
And the whales roar in perfect tune and time | U |
And the chanting of the whales of California | B |
I have set my heart upon | W |
It is sometimes a play by Belasco | S |
Sometimes a tale of Prester John | W |
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Part II The Chanting of the Whales | X |
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North to the Pole south to the Pole | Y |
The whales of California wallow and roll | Y |
They dive and breed and snort and play | Z |
And the sun struck feed them every day | Z |
Boatloads of citrons quinces cherries | A2 |
Of bloody strawberries plums and beets | B2 |
Hogsheads of pomegranates vats of sweets | B2 |
And the he whales chant like a cyclone blares | L |
Proclaiming the California noons | C2 |
So gloriously hot some days | D2 |
The snake is fried in the desert | E2 |
And the flea no longer plays | D2 |
There are ten gold suns in California | B |
When all other lands have one | Q |
For the Golden Gate must have due light | C |
And persimmons be well done | Q |
And the hot whales slosh and cool in the wash | F2 |
And the fume of the hollow sea | N |
Rally and roam in the loblolly foam | G2 |
And whoop that their souls are free | N |
Limber double jointed lords of fate | E |
Proud native sons of the Golden Gate | E |
And they chant of the forty niners | H2 |
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Who sailed round the cape for their loot | I2 |
With guns and picks and washpans | H2 |
And a dagger in each boot | I2 |
How the richest became the King of England | J2 |
The poorest became the King of Spain | K2 |
The bravest a colonel in the army | N |
And a mean one went insane | K2 |
The ten gold suns are so blasting | L2 |
The sunstruck scoot for the sea | N |
And turn to mermen and mermaids | H2 |
And whoop that their souls are free | N |
Limber double jointed lords of fate | E |
Proud native sons of the Golden Gate | E |
And they take young whales for their bronchos | H2 |
And old whales for their steeds | H2 |
Harnessed with golden seaweeds | H2 |
And driven with golden reeds | H2 |
They dance on the shore throwing rose leaves | H2 |
They kiss all night throwing hearts | H2 |
They fight like scalded wildcats | H2 |
When the least bit of fighting starts | H2 |
They drink these belly busting devils | H2 |
And their tremens shake the ground | M2 |
And then they repent like whirlwinds | H2 |
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And never were such saints found | M2 |
They will give you their plug tobacco | S |
They will give you the shirts off their backs | H2 |
They will cry for your every sorrow | S |
Put ham in your haversacks | H2 |
And they feed the cuttlefishes whales and skates | H2 |
With dates and figs in bales and crates | H2 |
Shiploads of sweet potatoes peanuts rutabagas | H2 |
Honey in hearts of gourds | H2 |
Grapefruits and oranges barrelled with apples | H2 |
And spices like sharp sweet swords | H2 |
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Part III St Francis of San Francisco | S |
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But the surf is white down the long strange coast | A |
With breasts that shake with sighs | H2 |
And the ocean of all oceans | H2 |
Holds salt from weary eyes | H2 |
St Francis comes to his city at night | C |
And stands in the brilliant electric light | C |
And his swans that prophesy night and day | Z |
Would soothe his heart that wastes away | Z |
The giant swans of California | B |
That nest on the Golden Gate | E |
And beat through the clouds serenely | N |
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And on St Francis wait | E |
But St Francis shades his face in his cowl | N2 |
And stands in the street like a lost grey owl | N2 |
He thinks of gold gold | O2 |
He sees on far redwoods | H2 |
Dewfall and dawning | L2 |
Deep in Yosemite | N |
Shadows and shrines | H2 |
He hears from far valleys | H2 |
Prayers by young Christians | H2 |
He sees their due penance | H2 |
So cruel so cold | O2 |
He sees them made holy | N |
White souled like young aspens | H2 |
With whimsies and fancies untold | O2 |
The opposite of gold | O2 |
And the mighty mountain swans of California | B |
Whose eggs are like mosque domes of Ind | O2 |
Cry with curious notes | H2 |
That their eggs are good for boats | H2 |
To toss upon the foam and the wind | O2 |
He beholds on far rivers | H2 |
The venturesome lovers | H2 |
Sailing for the sea | N |
All night | O2 |
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In swanshells white | O2 |
He sees them far on the ocean prevailing | L2 |
In a year and a month and a day of sailing | L2 |
Leaving the whales and their whoop unfailing | L2 |
On through the lightning ice and confusion | Q |
North of the North Pole | Y |
South of the jgouth Pole | Y |
And west of the west of the west of the west | O2 |
To the shore of Heartache s Cure | P2 |
The opposite of gold | O2 |
On and on like Columbus | H2 |
With faith and eggshell sure | P2 |
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Part IV The Voice of the Earthquake | Q2 |
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But what is the earthquake s cry at last | O2 |
Making St Francis yet aghast | O2 |
' Oh the flashing cornucopia of haughty | N |
From here on the audience California joins in the | B |
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Is gold gold gold | O2 |
Their brittle speech and their clutching reach | P |
Is gold gold gold | O2 |
What is the fire engine s ding dong bell | R2 |
The burden of the burble of the bull frog in the well | R2 |
Gold gold gold | O2 |
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What is the color of the cup and plate | O2 |
And knife and fork of the chief of state | O2 |
Gold gold gold | O2 |
What is the flavor of the Bartlett pear | S2 |
What is the savor of the salt sea air | S2 |
Gold gold gold | O2 |
What is the color of the sea girl s hair | S2 |
Gold gold gold | O2 |
In the church of Jesus and the streets of Venus | H2 |
Gold gold gold | O2 |
What color are the cradle and the bridal bed | O2 |
What color are the coffins of the great grey dead | O2 |
Gold gold gold | O2 |
What is the hue of the big whales hide | O2 |
Gold gold gold | O2 |
What is the color of their guts inside | O2 |
Gold gold gold | O2 |
' What is the color of the pumpkins in the moonlight | O2 |
Gold gold gold | O2 |
The color of the moth and the worm in the starlight | O2 |
Gold gold gold | O2 |
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