Tuesday, November 04, 2014

Wood Ducks don't care about Midterm Elections

They just assemble in companionable groups under the willow 
and watch the stream purl past.

The election of 1940 is the one in which FDR beat the pants off Wendell Wilkie.
I am not sure why, but there seems to me to be a quietly depressed affect
to this William Carlos Williams poem.

Election Day

Warm sun, quiet air
an old man sits

in the doorway of
a broken house---

boards for windows
plaster falling

from between the stones
and strokes the head

of a spotted dog

William Carlos Williams 
from Selected Poems, 1940

I have just been listening to someone babble on about how we need to let 
each individual U. S. state decide what forms of energy regulation are best for them. 
Eventually, in despair, we just turned off the TV. We will know
most of the beginning of the worst in the morning, anyway.

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