Behold, Friends, once more the Revolution has performed its famous Disappearing act! And never before has one been preceded By so many prophets! By so many holy books -- all in translation! By so many young men with long hair, so many poets with short Breath! AND the elephant bells! Oo la! And incense. And The flowers! The flowers, alas, which never found the barrel Of the gun that power grows out of. And now the President, reborn Out of the mystical body of the One and Universal Voting machine, takes off the mask. A thick and heavy Darkness, like rust, is collecting in the amplified guitars. The President with make the Airplane fly! He will make the Grateful Dead Truly grateful! The President is casting the @3other@1 I Ching. . . . A hard rain is falling; the roads are icing up. But in every drop of the rain the sailors of the Potemkin wake. . . . Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVELY CHANCE by SARA TEASDALE ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 98 by PHILIP SIDNEY TO GERMANY by CHARLES HAMILTON SORLEY A POEM OF SPRING by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 5. ALLAH-AL-KUDDUS by EDWIN ARNOLD PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 8. MUHAIMIN by EDWIN ARNOLD |