On December 1, 2014, we’ll launch the Silver Birch Press I Am Waiting Poetry Series. (Submissions accepted through December 31, 2014 — for guidelines, visit this link.) The series is an homage to poet Lawrence Ferlinghetti and his poem “I Am Waiting,” which first appeared in A Coney Island of the Mind — his 1958 collection that, with over a million copies in print, is one of the most popular books of poetry ever published. Ferlinghetti’s 96th birthday rolls around on March 24, 2015.
To set the stage for the I Am Waiting Poetry Series, today we’ll feature the original.
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
IMAGE: Lawrence Ferlinghetti with a painting from his van Gogh series.
I’ve written a poem – but wow, it’s a big job to mark the changes on the original – 3 pages – oh well, it will keep me out of trouble I guess. 🙂
If you’re doing an “erasure” poem on a three-page poem, just pluck phrases from the original and consider it a “found” poem. No need to send the blocked-out version.
[…] Read the entire poem here. I enjoyed the lyrical quality of Ferlinghetti’s poem, in which “I am waiting” felt like a familiar song chorus. On the other hand, the constant repetition of the phrase felt a little like . . . well, waiting. By the end of the poem, I was ready to be done with the phrase, but I also felt like I wanted for all those things the speaker listed to come true. I was waiting for them to happen, too! […]