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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=532757" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Golden Whales Of California</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=532757" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Part I.A Short Walk Along the Coast</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=532757" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Yes, I have walked in California, <br>And the rivers there are blue and white. <br>Thunderclouds of grapes hang on the mountains. <br>Bears in the meadows pitch and fight. <br>(Limber, double- jointed lords of fate, <br>Proud native sons of the Golden Gate.) <br>And flowers burst like bombs in California, <br>Exploding on tomb and tower. <br>And the panther-cats chase the red rabbits, <br>Scatter their young blood every hour. <br>And the cattle on the hills of California <br>And the very swine in the holes <br>Have ears of silk and velvet <br>And tusks like long white poles. <br>And the very swine, big hearted, <br>Walk with pride to their doom <br>For they feed on the sacred raisins <br>Where the great black agates loom. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=532757" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Goshawfuls are Burbanked with the grizzly bears. <br>At midnight their children come clanking up the stairs. <br>They wriggle up the canyons, <br>Nose into the caves, <br>And swallow the papooses and the Indian braves. <br>The trees climb so high the crows are dizzy <br>Flying to their nests at the top. <br>While the jazz-birds screech, and storm the brazen beach <br>And the sea-stars turn flip flop. <br>The solid Golden Gate soars up to Heaven. <br>Perfumed cataracts are hurled <br>From the zones of silver snow <br>To the ripening rye below, <br>To the land of the lemon and the nut <br>And the biggest ocean in the world. <br>While the Native Sons, like lords tremendous <br>Lift up their heads with chants sublime, <br>And the band-stands sound the trombone, the saxophone and xylophone <br>And the whales roar in perfect tune and time. <br>And the chanting of the whales of California <br>I have set my heart upon. <br>It is sometimes a play by Belasco, <br>Sometimes a tale of Prester John. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=532757" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Part II.The Chanting of the Whales</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=532757" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">North to the Pole, south to the Pole <br>The whales of California wallow and roll. <br>They dive and breed and snort and play <br>And the sun struck feed them every day <br>Boatloads of citrons, quinces, cherries, <br>Of bloody strawberries, plums and beets, <br>Hogsheads of pomegranates, vats of sweets, <br>And the he-whales chant like a cyclone blares, <br>Proclaiming the California noons <br>So gloriously hot some days <br>The snake is fried in the desert <br>And the flea no longer plays. <br>There are ten gold suns in California <br>When all other lands have one, <br>For the Golden Gate must have due light <br>And persimmons be well-done. <br>And the hot whales slosh and cool in the wash <br>And the fume of the hollow sea. <br>Rally and roam in the loblolly foam <br>And whoop that their souls are free. <br>(Limber, double- jointed lords of fate, <br>Proud native sons of the Golden Gate.) <br>And they chant of the forty-niners </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=532757" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Who sailed round the cape for their loot <br>With guns and picks and washpans <br>And a dagger in each boot. <br>How the richest became the King of England, <br>The poorest became the King of Spain, <br>The bravest a colonel in the army, <br>And a mean one went insane. <br>The ten gold suns are so blasting <br>The sunstruck scoot for the sea <br>And turn to mermen and mermaids <br>And whoop that their souls are free. <br>(Limber, double- jointed lords of fate, <br>Proud native sons of the Golden Gate.) <br>And they take young whales for their bronchos <br>And old whales for their steeds, <br>Harnessed with golden seaweeds, <br>And driven with golden reeds. <br>They dance on the shore throwing rose-leaves. <br>They kiss all night throwing hearts. <br>They fight like scalded wildcats <br>When the least bit of fighting starts. <br>They drink, these belly-busting devils <br>And their tremens shake the ground. <br>And then they repent like whirlwinds </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=532757" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And never were such saints found. <br>They will give you their plug tobacco. <br>They will give you the shirts off their backs. <br>They will cry for your every sorrow, <br>Put ham in your haversacks. <br>And they feed the cuttlefishes, whales and skates <br>With dates and figs in bales and crates : <br>Shiploads of sweet potatoes, peanuts, rutabagas, <br>Honey in hearts of gourds: <br>Grapefruits and oranges barrelled with apples, <br>And spices like sharp sweet swords.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=532757" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Part III.St. Francis of San Francisco </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=532757" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But the surf is white, down the long strange coast <br>With breasts that shake with sighs, <br>And the ocean of all oceans <br>Holds salt from weary eyes. <br>St. Francis comes to his city at night <br>And stands in the brilliant electric light <br>And his swans that prophesy night and day <br>Would soothe his heart that wastes away : <br>The giant swans of California <br>That nest on the Golden Gate <br>And beat through the clouds serenely </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=532757" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And on St. Francis wait. <br>But St. Francis shades his face in his cowl <br>And stands in the street like a lost grey owl. <br>He thinks of gold . . . gold. <br>He sees on far redwoods <br>Dewfall and dawning: <br>Deep in Yosemite <br>Shadows and shrines: <br>He hears from far valleys <br>Prayers by young Christians, <br>He sees their due penance <br>So cruel, so cold ; <br>He sees them made holy, <br>White-souled like young aspens <br>With whimsies and fancies untold: <br>The opposite of gold. <br>And the mighty mountain swans of California <br>Whose eggs are like mosque domes of Ind, <br>Cry with curious notes <br>That their eggs are good for boats <br>To toss upon the foam and the wind. <br>He beholds on far rivers <br>The venturesome lovers <br>Sailing for the sea <br>All night </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=532757" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In swanshells white. <br>He sees them far on the ocean prevailing <br>In a year and a month and a day of sailing <br>Leaving the whales and their whoop unfailing <br>On through the lightning, ice and confusion <br>North of the North Pole, <br>South of the jgouth Pole, <br>And west of the west of the west of the west, <br>To the shore of Heartache s Cure, <br>The opposite of gold, <br>On and on like Columbus <br>With faith and eggshell sure. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=532757" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Part IV. The Voice of the Earthquake </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=532757" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But what is the earthquake s cry at last <br>Making St. Francis yet aghast: <br>' Oh the flashing cornucopia of haughty <br>From here on, the audience California joins in the </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=532757" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Is gold, gold, gold. <br>Their brittle speech and their clutching reach <br>Is gold, gold, gold. <br>What is the fire-engine s ding dong bell? <br>The burden of the burble of the bull-frog in the well? <br>Gold, gold, gold. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=532757" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">What is the color of the cup and plate <br>And knife and fork of the chief of state? <br>Gold, gold, gold. <br>What is the flavor of the Bartlett pear? <br>What is the savor of the salt sea air? <br>Gold, gold, gold. <br>What is the color of the sea-girl s hair? <br>Gold, gold, gold. <br>In the church of Jesus and the streets of Venus: <br>Gold, gold, gold. <br>What color are the cradle and the bridal bed? <br>What color are the coffins of the great grey dead? <br>Gold, gold, gold. <br>What is the hue of the big whales hide? <br>Gold, gold, gold. <br>What is the color, of their guts* inside? <br>Gold, gold, gold. <br>' What is the color of the pumpkins in the moonlight? <br>Gold, gold, gold. <br>The color of the moth and the worm in the starlight? <br>Gold, gold, gold.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Vachel+Lindsay">Vachel Lindsay</a></strong></div>