Five A.M. (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
Elan that lifts me above the clouds into pure space, timeless, yea eternal Breath transmuted into words Transmuted back to ...
Elan that lifts me above the clouds into pure space, timeless, yea eternal Breath transmuted into words Transmuted back to ...
If we let go give God control if we live his words comfort in our soul If we turn our ...
Early-fall-morning light the church, the stain glass bathed, awash in light the sun's warming rays flooding the face of the ...
The words of the screen "steamers for lunch, foggy day on the ocean" so much cascading memory flooding over me, ...
Forsythia, yellow bush aflame springtime bursting into sudden bloom Memories of my childhood home the taste of the yellow petals ...
A human interest story in the midst of the chaos the flooding of the Merrimack in the heart of the ...
I was sitting there in the traffic, waiting for the light the heat and humidity building in the van, one ...
SAY not the struggle naught availeth, The labour and the wounds are vain, The enemy faints not, nor faileth, And ...
We used to picnic where the thrift Grew deep and tufted to the edge; We saw the yellow foam flakes ...
The rain was ending, and light Lifting the leaden skies. It shone upon ceiling and floor And dazzled a child's ...
When you were there, and you, and you, Happiness crowned the night; I too, Laughing and looking, one of all, ...
After the whipping he crawled into bed, Accepting the harsh fact with no great weeping. How funny uncle's hat had ...
The last pose flickered, failed. The screen's dead white Glared in a sudden flooding of harsh light Stabbing the eyes; ...
by God, I don't know what to do. they're so nice to have around. they have a way of playing ...
The Spirit of the Unborn Babe peered through the window-pane, Peered through the window-pane that glowed like beacon in the ...
My Country The love of field and coppice Of green and shaded lanes, Of ordered woods and gardens Is running ...
Come with me, I said, and no one knew where, or how my pain throbbed, no carnations or barcaroles for ...
My Country The love of field and coppice Of green and shaded lanes, Of ordered woods and gardens Is running ...
And here face down beneath the sun And here upon earth's noonward height To feel the always coming on The ...
We stand in the rain in a long line waiting at Ford Highland Park. For work. You know what work ...
The alder shudders in the April winds off the moon. No one is awake and yet sunlight streams across the ...
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