I AM Waiting

lawrenceby 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 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 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 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 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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