Thus ends my tale of January

[fantods]

Hello Pig Pen, this is my first post. Thank you for reading!

Thus ends my tale of January,
The lilacs not yet risen. The home
I love, the high walled towns: on Main
Street the kids dance as you
Look out- you who waits at the window- you see the tire swing
Swing as the Knight kisses her to sleep. He
Stands in the garden
Dreaming your dreams; they have not yet sung,
Do not sing, the ballad of the mad
Ajax’s fate, chopping logs for our fire-
The wood grills turning, turning, turning
Hello, how’re you today; in the meadow
The puddles are all Rorschach’s. Still,
My father trades as your father trades, too. They erase
Their maps. Yet the revisions continue, the Cantos still undone. Oh you,
Sweet thing, burning up on the cross,
Undone undone, the movie cut on
The barn’s white sides, sweeping across the field,
See the dogwood in bloom.

[Brownlie]

Hello Pig Pen, this is my first post. Thank you for reading!

Thus ends my tale of January,
The lilacs not yet risen. The home -- Lilacs seems to be a Whitman reference. The country is apparently unified by the flowers growing around Lincoln's grave, or something like that. Melville would say something different.
I love, the high walled towns: on Main
Street the kids dance as you
Look out- you who waits at the window- you see the tire swing
Swing as the Knight kisses her to sleep. He
Stands in the garden
Dreaming your dreams; they have not yet sung, -- Seems sort of like the poem The Sleepers.
Do not sing, the ballad of the mad
Ajax’s fate, chopping logs for our fire-
The wood grills turning, turning, turning
Hello, how’re you today; in the meadow -- Comma after in the meadow
The puddles are all Rorschach’s. Still,
My father trades as your father trades, too. They erase
Their maps. Yet the revisions continue, the Cantos still undone. Oh you,
Sweet thing, burning up on the cross,
Undone undone, the movie cut on
The barn’s white sides, sweeping across the field,
See the dogwood in bloom.

Well, I've noticed what could be some Whitman references. My personal opinion on what I've read from Whitman is that it is hard to pull a real social solution beyond the aesthetic technique of trying to unify the many into a whole and keep equality. Thanks for posting.