Bomb (Gregory Corso Poems)
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you Do I ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you Do I ...
A DREAR and desolate shore!Where no tree unfolds its leaves,And never the spring wind weavesGreen grass for the hunter's tread;A ...
WE brought our old tub over With lumber, from the Sound One sinner jammed and crippled, A silly bo'sun drowned; ...
The Great White North is calling- s'hosh! it's got a lot to say- Let us listen while it cracks its ...
The tightest man I know is an Irish Eskimo,He's selling grapes with whiskers on beneath a burning sun.And he's working ...
Wherever British drumbeats sound,Unending 'round the world; Wherever in some land new-found,Our starry flag's unfurled; Where'er the sun is known ...
...Preamble A rough draft for an ars poetica . . . . . . . Let's get our dreams unstuck ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
Land lies in water; it is shadowed green. Shadows, or are they shallows, at its edges showing the line of ...
Little Indian, Sioux, or Crow, Little frosty Eskimo, Little Turk or Japanee, Oh! don't you wish that you were me? ...
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