Homework (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
Homage Kenneth Koch If I were doing my Laundry I'd wash my dirty Iran I'd throw in my United States, ...
Homage Kenneth Koch If I were doing my Laundry I'd wash my dirty Iran I'd throw in my United States, ...
I must return to that valley of vision, gather again to me flocks, crescent moon and star; God - let ...
Over the terminal, the arms and chest of the god brightened by snow. Formerly mercury, formerly silver, surface yellowed by ...
When you thanked me for the day I felt ashamed, I couldn't say it wasn't much because it was for ...
We came to find the place contained in legendary tracts, the hidden land of fulsome wealth that we had sorely ...
The red berries wreak an awesome spell that some would dread; others, weak and soulless, must succumb, they treasure with ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
You'll rejoice at how many kinds of shit there are: gosling shit (which J. Williams said something was as green ...
All those times I was bored out of my mind. Holding the log while he sawed it. Holding the string ...
I read last Saturday in the redwoods outside of Santa Cruz and I was about 3/4's finished when I heard ...
ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn't come, ...
The woman in the ordinary pudgy downcast girl is crouching with eyes and muscles clenched. Round and pebble smooth she ...
Viciousness in the kitchen! The potatoes hiss. It is all Hollywood, windowless, The fluorescent light wincing on and off like ...
The word of a snail on the plate of a leaf? It is not mine. Do not accept it. Acetic ...
From blossoms released by the moonlight, from an aroma of exasperated love, steeped in fragrance, yellowness drifted from the lemon ...
The ant has made herself illustrious By constant industry industrious. So what? Would you be calm and placid If you ...
Bix to Buxtehude to Boulez, The little white dog on the Victor label Listens long and hard as he is ...
This, then, is she, My mother as she looked at seventeen, When she first met my father. Young incredibly, Younger ...
So here the great man stood, fermenting malice and poems we have to be nearly as fierce against ourselves as ...
"Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more! Thou hast mocked me, starved me, beat my body sore! ...
Aye, but she? Your other sister and my other soul Grave Silence, lovelier Than the three loveliest maidens, what of ...
Page 5 A few hours more, station, deserted, a dirt road for inside the town, mud, mud, blankets outside, mouldering ...
There was a time when in late afternoon The four-o'clocks would fold up at day's close Pink-white in prayer, and ...
Something has fallen wordlessly and holds still on the black driveway. You find it, like a jewel, among the empty ...
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