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





