in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night
Like the “Wasteland” dreams-future is expressed as a difficult journey that one needs to face and understand. The struggle comes to an end in this line. The movement from east to “west” fulfills, maybe, an expectation of the expansion of American exceptionalism. We should, CAN, change for the better.