Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CALIFORNIA DISSONANCE, by JAMES RORTY Poet's Biography First Line: There is a peewee bird that cries Last Line: Which helps to make the country grow. Subject(s): Birds; California | ||||||||
There is a peewee bird that cries "La, sol, me, "La, sol, me." He is the only thing that sighs Beside the western sea. The blue jays chatter "Tcha! Tcha! Tcha!" And cheer for California. The real estate men chortle "Whee!" And toot the loud calliope. The sky is blue, the land is glad -- The peewee bird alone is sad And sings in minor key "La, sol, me, "La, sol, me." He is the only thing that sighs Beside the western sea. It was a shock, I own, to see Sedition sitting in a tree, Remarking plainly, "La, sol, me, "La, sol, me, "La, sol, me." The peewee bird is very wrong To voice such sentiments in song Beside the western sea. I said: "My bird, you ought to know Enough to sing 'Do, me, sol, do,' In major thirds, you see, for so You'll help to make the country grow." "You'll make the country grow, my dear -- So lift your little bill and cheer, 'Do, me, sol, do,' 'Do, me, sol, do. You can't be singing 'la, sol, me,' We simply must have harmony." I think the bird, could not have heard -- He chanted still, I give my word, "La, sol, me, La, sol, me." And gloomed in obstinate dissent From healthy public sentiment. And yet I can not help but hope The peewee bird will cease to mope; For surely he will feel in time The influence of the sunny clime; Ah, yes, the peewee bird will soon Be thinking lovely thoughts in tune; The warnings of right-thinking men Will bring him to himself again. Converted, he will win to grace And lift to God a shining face; And he will be no longer sad But so obstreperously glad That he will sing from morn to night Unbroken paeans of delight! "Do, me, sol, do, "Do, me, sol, do." Which helps to make the country grow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOVING SHEPHERDESS by ROBINSON JEFFERS WEST COAST SOUNDS ?اض 1956 by BOB KAUFMAN CALIFORNIA SORROW: CLAREMONT RAGA by MARY KINZIE IN CALIFORNIA: MORNING, EVENING, LATE JANUARY by DENISE LEVERTOV KEATS IN CALIFORNIA by PHILIP LEVINE CALIFORNIA; FOR ADRIENNE RICH by HAYDEN CARRUTH DRY GRASS & OLD COLOR OF THE FENCE & SMOOTH HILLS by LINDA GREGG EVERYTHING'S A FAKE by FANNY HOWE |
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