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 through the state of Arizona.
and I am waiting.
for the Grapes of Wrath to be stored
and I am waiting.
for them to prove
that God is really American
and I am waiting.
to see God on television
piped onto church altars
if only they could find
the right channel.
to tune in on
and I am waiting.
for the last supper to be served again.
with 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 any body.
and I am waiting.
for linnets and planets to fall like rain
and I am waiting for lovers and weepers.
to lie down together again.
in a new rebirth of wonder
I am waiting for the Great Divide to be crossed.
and I am anxiously waiting.
for the secret of eternal life to be discovered.
by an obscure general 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 makes all things clear.
and I am awaiting retribution.
for what America did
to Tom Sawyer
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.
Youth’s dumb green fields come back again.
and I am waiting.
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, careless rapture
and I am perpetually waiting.
for the fleeing lovers on the Grecian Urn
to catch each other up at last.
and embrace
and I am awaiting
perpetually and forever
a renaissance of wonder.
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Bishnu Kumar
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