America Politica Historia, in Spontaneity


america-politica-historia-in-spontaneityO this political air so heavy with the bells

and motors of a slow night, and no place to rest

but rain to walk—How it rings the Washington streets!   

The umbrella’d congressmen; the rapping tires   

of big black cars, the shoulders of lobbyists   

caught under canopies and in doorways,

and it rains, it will not let up,

and meanwhile lame futurists weep into Spengler’s   

prophecy, will the world be over before the races blend color?

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