ext_137302 ([identity profile] aquamarcia.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] greatpoetry2025-01-27 10:22 pm

'The Course of Empire' by Peter Schjeldahl

The Course of Empire

There is no American meter
Only American compromise solutions
And American unconscious mimicries

We American poets are keeping
This patched-together language alive
By intravenous feedings of foreign matter
Filtered through individual native madnesses

There is no American meter
Only American desperate repetitions
Grasping for mental handholds
In the American constant flux

No meter, but only meter-like tricks
To hypnotize chaos

Our job is only to survive
From line to line, awaiting the first tick
Of a manageable American reality
That would have no place for us

We are holding the crumbling outposts
Of American pride
In the last days of its empire

Our thoughts are giddy and thin
Our stock of words is running low

We will be forgotten

by Peter Schjeldahl