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O this political air so heavy with the bells	A
and motors of a slow night and no place to rest	B
but rain to walk How it rings the Washington streets	C
The umbrella d congressmen the rapping tires	D
of big black cars the shoulders of lobbyists	E
caught under canopies and in doorways	F
and it rains it will not let up	G
and meanwhile lame futurists weep into Spengler s	H
prophecy will the world be over before the races blend color	I
All color must be one or let the world be done	J
There ll be a chance we ll all be orange	K
I don t want to be orange	K
Nothing about God s color to complain	L
and there is a beauty in yellow the old Lama	M
in his robe the color of Cathay	N
in black a strong vital beauty	O
Thelonious Monk in his robe of Norman charcoal	P
And if Western Civilization comes to an end	Q
though I doubt it for the prophet has not	R
executed his prophecy surely the Eastern child	S
will sit by a window and wonder	I
the old statues the ornamented doors	T
the decorated banquet of the West	B
Inflamed by futurists I too weep in rain at night	U
at the midnight of Western Civilization	J
Dante s step into Hell will never be forgotten by Hell	V
the Gods adoption of Homer will never be forgotten by the Gods	W
the books of France are on God s bookshelf	X
no civil war will take place on the fields of God	Y
and I don t doubt the egg of the East its glory	O
Yet it rains and the motors go	Z
and continued when I slept by that wall in Washington	J
which separated the motors in the death parlor	I
where Joe McCarthy lay lean and stilled	A2
ten blocks from the Capitol	B2
I could never understand Uncle Sam	C2
his red white striped pants his funny whiskers his starry hat	D2
how surreal Yankee Doodle Dandy goof	E2
American history has a way of making you feel	F2
George Washington is still around that is	G2
when I think of Washington I do not think of Death	H2
Of all Presidents I have been under	I
Hoover is the most unreal	F2
and FDR is the most President looking	I2
and Truman the most Jewish looking	I2
and Eisenhower the miscast of Time into Space	J2
Hoover is another America Mr	I
and what must he be thinking now	K2
FDR was my youth and how strange to still see	O
his wife around	L2
Truman is still in Presidential time	M2
I saw Eisenhower helicopter over Athens	N2
and he looked at the Acropolis like only Zeus could	O2
OF THE PEOPLE is fortunate and select	P2
FOR THE PEOPLE has never happened in America or elsewhere	Q2
BY THE PEOPLE is the sadness of America	M
I am not politic	R2
I am not patriotic	R2
I am nationalistic	R2
I boast well the beauty of America to all the people in Europe	G
In me they do not see their vision of America	M
O whenever I pass an American Embassy I don t know what to feel	F2
Sometimes I want to rush in and scream I m American	J
but instead go a few paces down to the American Bar	S2
get drunk and cry I m no American	J
The men of politics I love are but youth s fantasy	O
The fine profile of Washington on coins stamps tobacco wraps	T2
The handsomeness and death in the snow of Hamilton	J
The eyeglasses shoe buckles kites keys of Ben Franklin	U2
The sweet melancholy of Lincoln	J
The way I see Christ as something romantic unreal is the way I see them	V2
An American is unique among peoples	W2
He looks and acts like a boyman	J
He never looks cruel in uniform	X2
He is rednecked portly rich and jolly	O
White haired serious Harvard kind and wry	Y2
A convention man a family man a rotary man practical joker	I
He is moonfaced cunning well meaning righteously mean	J
He is Madison Avenue handsome in the know and superstitious	Z2
He is odd happy quicker than light shameless and heroic	R2
Great yawn of youth	A3
The young don t seem interested in politics anymore	B3
Politics has lost its romance	C3
The bloody kitchen has drowned	L2
And all that is left are those granite	D3
fa ades of Pentagon Justice and Department	E3
Politicians do not know youth	A3
They depend on the old	F3
and the old depend on them	V2
and lo this has given youth a chance	C3
to think of heaven in their independence	G3
No need to give them liberty or freedom	H3
where they re at	D2
When Stevenson in came to San Francisco	Z
he campaigned in what he thought was an Italian section	J
He spoke of Italy and Joe DiMaggio and spaghetti	O
but all who were there all for him	I3
were young beatniks and when his car drove off	J3
Ginsberg I ran up to him and yelled	K3
When are you going to free the poets from their attics	L3
Great yawn of youth	A3
Mad beautiful oldyoung America has no candidate	M3
the craziest wildest greatest country of them all	N3
and not one candidate	M3
Nixon arrives ever so temporal self made	O3
frontways sideways and backways	L3
could he be America s against Detour to vehicle	B2
Mast to wind Shore to sea Death to life	P3
The last President	Q3

Gregory Corso

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