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I Am Waiting
I am waiting for my case to come up
and I am waiting
for a rebirth of wonder
and I am waiting for someone
to really discover America
and wail
and I am waiting
for the discovery
of a new symbolic western frontier
and I am waiting
for the American Eagle
to really spread its wings
and straighten up and fly right
and I am waiting for the Age of Anxiety
to drop dead
and I am waiting
for the war to be fought
which will make the world safe
for anarchy
and I am waiting for the final withering away
of all governments
and I am perpetually awaiting
a rebirth of wonder
I am waiting for the second coming
and I am waiting
for a religious revival
to sweep thru the state of Arizona
and I am waiting
for the grapes of wrath to be restored
and I am waiting
for them to prove
that God is really American
and I am waiting
to see God on television
piped into church altars
if they can find
the right channel
to tune in on
And I am waiting
for the last supper to be served again
and a strange new appetizer
and I am perpetually awaiting
a rebirth of wonder
I am waiting for my number to be called
and I am waiting
for the Salvation Army to take over
and I am waiting
for the meek to be blessed
and inherit the earth
without taxes
and I am waiting
for forests and animals
to reclaim the earth as theirs
and I am waiting
for a way to be devised
to destroy all nationalisms
without killing anybody
and I am waiting
for linnets and planets to fall like rain
and I am waiting for lovers and weepers
to like down together again
in a new rebirth of wonder
I am waiting for the great divide to be crossed
and I am anxiously awaiting
for the secret of eternal life to be discovered
by an obscure practitioner
and I am waiting
for the storms of life
to be over
and I am waiting to set sail for happiness
and I am waiting
for a reconstructed Mayflower
to reach America
with its picture story and TV rights
sold in advance to the natives
and I am waiting
for the lost music to sound again
in the Lost Continent
in a new rebirth of wonder
I am waiting for the day
that maketh all things clear
and I am waiting for retribution
for what America did to Tom Sawyer
and I am waiting
for the American Boy
to take off Beauty's clothes
and get on top of her
and I am waiting
for Alice in Wonderland
to retransmit to me
her total dream of innocence
and I am waiting
for Childe Roland to come
to the final darkest tower
and I am waiting for Aphrodite
to grow live arms
at a final disarmament conference
in a new rebirth of wonder
I am waiting
to get some intimations
of immortality
by recollecting my early childhood
and I am waiting
for the green mornings to come again
for some strains of unpremeditated art
to shake my typewriter
and I am waiting to write
the great indelible poem
and I am waiting
for the last long rapture
and I am perpetually waiting
for the fleeting lovers on the Grecian Urn
to catch each other at last
and embrace
and I am awaiting
perpetually and forever
a renaissance of wonder
-Lawrence Ferlinghetti

8 comments:
What great images! What are you waiting on?
I love how you have placed these images together. You have me very intrigued, my friend!
as Rumi says...."patience is the key to joy".
that baby fox looks patient in his waiting.
I would love that baby fox....
i hope your knee feels better
I am waiting for lambing time - mid-December -here at Outlandish Farm. I was just bringing in the hay for their manger when Flora called out from the kitchen, telling me to come take a look at Gypsy Sky.
What heartbreaking creatures. Makes me want to free every one of them. But I sure don't want the responsibility of bringing them up. I hope they get to move on pretty soon.
Did your goat, Gruff, win a prize at the fair. We were going to enter our pig Bubbles in the big fair but we ended up eating her instead. I'm not proud to tell you that.
Oh! The fox! When I was young, the fox come to my smalltown to walk in the night, but due to the human action, today is very rare to see this beautiful animals around our smalltown.
You can see this charming animal today around your landscapes?
Evaristo: There are foxes in the mountains, not far from where I live, but I never see any in my neighborhood, especially on leashes!
Loving this poem. Thank you for posting. Hoping all is well in your world. Missing seeing you every now and then. Wondering if your Wonderland is beautiful this time of the year.
Blessed be, friend.
i'm waiting to see you.
hopefully soon.
i missed you today.
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