The news that Donald Trump was elected over Kamala Harris on Tuesday last was supremely depressing. I have since been avoiding the news and listening to Prokofiev. (I discovered, for example, that I am not particularly familiar with his fifth piano concerto.) Also, I began writing a poem to express my despair. At first, I called it “My Lost Faith in America, November 2024.” Eventually, I dropped “My” from the title, but it may still be a bit unwieldy. I actually completed the poem November 6, the day after the election, but I have been gradually editing it—improving it, I hope—and adding to it. Today, I declared the poem complete. Rather by accident, it now comprises 13 stanzas—it had fewer in the beginning—which seems appropriate for a poem about the United States.
You can read the poem and additional information about it on Lionel Deimel’s Farrago here.
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