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I Am Waiting
By Lawrence Ferlinghetti
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 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 can 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 anybody
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 maketh 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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I’m in love with this man and will expect books of his poetry littering my doorstep. Everything you want to know about Lawrence Ferlinghetti can be found here.
‘A Coney Island of the Mind: Poems by Lawrence Ferlinghetti’ is on its way, dear lady. Happy Fourth.
“I am awaiting…a renaissance of wonder” which only Angela can fulfill.
Her mastery of the arts is amazing.
We’re all waiting. But it’s like Waiting for Godot.
Love the man if you wish, Miss A. – but the poem is pretty thin gruel. It’s lovely to wait. It is more important to do.
And “make the world safe for anarchy”? Ask Egypt how that is going.
Poets don’t do their jobs if they only spin dreams – they also have to help us find a way to achieve them. As you do, so so well.
Science at its best is an open-minded pursuit of truth, but art is an open-souled and open-hearted embrace of the truth. Thanks for bringing such good art to this science jock.
Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.
I confess. But I love the blog!
And the blogger!!
Respectfully, V.S. totally misses the point of this poem. Ferlinghetti is alive with all the hopes of our literature, from Greece to Keats to Carroll to Twain, with Browning’s Childe Roland thrown in for good measure. He ties modern poetry to the aspirations of the Romantics – and there’s nothing wrong with that. Give me a modern man with a sense of wonder still burning in him.
Dear (cherished even when cranky) Vanilla Savant: what lit major said!
My favorite (with special thanks to my brother who introduced me to Aztec two-step)
“See
it was like this when
we waltz into this place.
A couple of papish cats
is doing an Aztec two-step
And I says
Dad let’s cut
but then this dame
comes up behind me see
and says
you and me could really exist
Wow I says
Only the next day
she has bad teeth
and really hates
poetry.”
― Lawrence Ferlinghetti