AMERICA, AMERICA
Part II of a Long Poem
"FROM ANOTEBOOK -
Od.
'68 - May
'69"
Can't go further.
If
there's to be a
second part, it's not
a going beyond, I'm
still
here.
To
dig
down,
to re-examine.
•
Dec. '68
What
is
the revolution I'm driven
to name, to live in? - that now roars,
a tondess constant, now
sings
itself?
It's in the air: no
cur
(Yet crisply
the moon's risen,
full, complete.
to breathe without
scent of it,
pervasive:
odor of snow,
freshwater,
stink of dank
vegetation recomposing.
Secret uprising (last time
I
looked,
surely not long since,
dark was
as complete).
