LINES WRITTEN IN DEJECTION, JANUARY 19, 2021.
The tweets are calm tonight.
The vote is bull, and so unfair
And full of hate. On coastal elites the light
Gleams. So wrong … The cliffs of Alabama stand
Glimmering and vast, ready to vote another day.
Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
Only, from the long line of fake
Media, where scum weave their grand
Conspiracies against me …
Listen! You hear the grating roar
Of traitors, which a red wave will draw back, and fling,
In 2024, into the desert sand.
O sorrow cease! And then again begin
With tremulous cadence slow, to bring
A future dawn of gladness in.
Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.