Kerouac Lives - 421 Poem by Richard Wlodarski
Kerouac Lives - 421
Wherever the road leads
I shall not follow now...
Waiting for fork in road
For better tomorrow
Beautifully expressed! One can feel the indubitable hesitation. Poetry always at its best when transmitting feelings. Well done!
Thank you so much, Sandra. In The Kerouac Venture, I've tried to speculate on Kerouac's feelings and express them the the way he may have wanted. Especially towards Gerard and Jan!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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But be careful, as there could always be a second fork
I think that in Kerouac's case, it was a short life of so many forks. Tragically, the fork he most desired was to live well into retirement. D.N., Thx for your comment!