I am on my way to see
A quintessential American,
To walk where he did,
And where he lies.
As is our native wont,
He ended himself,
The final act of violence
In a peripatetic life
Full of action and
Faithlessness and
Self-doubt,
A quintessential American.
Even so,
He shared his gift
With us, with
The world.
Shared a vision
Sometimes violent
And stark, but true.
True, at least,
For a
Quintessential American.
Oct 17, 2023
Oct 17, 2023 at 5:27 PM UTC
I am on my way to see
A quintessential American,
To walk where he did,
And where he lies.
As is our native wont,
He ended himself,
The final act of violence
In a peripatetic life
Full of action and
Faithlessness and
Self-doubt,
A quintessential American.
Even so,
He shared his gift
With us, with
The world.
Shared a vision
Sometimes violent
And stark, but true.
True, at least,
For a
Quintessential American.
Hemingway, American, Loathing
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