America Was Promises

America Was Promises

America Was Promises

America Was Promises

Excerpt

WHO is the voyager in these leaves?

Who is the traveler in this journey

Deciphers the revolving night: receives

The signal from the light returning?


America was promises to whom?


East were the

Dead kings and the remembered sepulchres:

West was the grass.


The groves of the oaks were at evening.


Eastward are the nights where we have slept.


And we move on: we move down:

With the first light we push forward:

We descend from the past as a wandering people from

mountains.

We cross into the day to be discovered.

The dead are left where they fall--at dark

At night late under the coverlets.

We mark the place with the shape of our teeth on our fingers.

The room is left as it was: the love

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