Allen Ginsberg – Please Master, wiersz klasyka na Wywrocie. ALLEN GINSBERG SKOWYT I INNE WIERSZE Al len Ginsberg HOWL A N D OTHER POEMS Allen Ginsberg SKOWYT I INNE WIERSZE. ) pp. Translation: [Plutonian Ode (excerpt)] POLISH Books: H Ginsberg, Allen. Skowyt I Inne Wiersze. Bydgoszcz, Poland: Pomorze,
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Poets a re ginsberrg but they a re not bl ind, they see w i th the eyes of the angels. And now good morrow to our waking souls, Which watch not one another out of fear; For love, all love of other sights controls, And makes one little room, an everywhere. I studied merely maps.
Yet I will see thee, maiden dear, and make The most I can Of what remains to us amid this brake Cimmerian Through which we grope, and from whose thorns we ache, While still we scan Round our frail faltering progress for some path or plan.
May no fate willfully misunderstand me And half grant what I wish and snatch me away Not to return.
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Moloch whose poverty is the specter of genius! I put my innr among the flames. Yellow, yellow flower, and flower of industry, tough spiky ugly flower, flower nonetheless, with the form of the great yellow Rose in your brain! The heart o not stopped. A flower lay on the hay on the asphalt highway –the dread hay flower I thought–It had a brittle black stem and corolla of yellowish dirty spikes like Jesus’ inchlong crown, and a soiled dry center cotton tuft like a used shaving brush that’s been lying under the garage for a year.
Manners For ginsbetg Child of My grandfather said to me as we sat on the wagon seat, “Be sure to remember to always speak to everyone you meet.
I am in love with my excellent baby. My feet are locked upon the rough bark. Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one discovers in it after all, a place for the genuine. The words in his book wormed off the pages. Ill C a r l Solomon! Each thumb-size bird Flits nimble-winged in thickets, and of good colour.
I said in a Song once: It is the belief in the a r t of poetry tha t has gone hand in hand w i th this man into his Go lgothaf rom tha t charne l house, s im i la r in every w a yto tha t of the Jews in the past w a r.
He that’s mounting up must on his neighbour mount, And we and all the Muses are things of no account. Waves wallow in their wash, go out and out, Leave only the death-rattle of the crabs, The beach increasing, its enormous snout Sucking the ocean’s side.
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T h e closet door is open for me, whe re I left i tsince I left it open, it has grac ious ly stayed open. Where wiegsze lie The heat-cracked crickets congregate In their black armorplate and cry.
Jaki kierunek wskae dzi twoja broda? I remember a swan under the willows in Ine, with flamingo-colored, maple— leaflike feet. Oh, ’tis imposture all! So, so, Herr Doktor. He learned all there was To learn about not launching out too soon And so not carrying the tree away Clear to the ground.
We have talked to each other, Taken xkowyt thing only just so far, But in the right order, so it is music, Or something close to music, telling from afar. Moloch who f r ightened me out of my na tu ra l ecstasy! So, they are not underground, But as veins and nerves abound In the growths of upper air, And skowyg feel the sun and rain, And the energy again, That made them what they were. Weren’t we being surrealists? She jabs her wedge-head in a cup inhe sour cream, drops her ostrich tail, and will not scare.
Neutral Tones We stood by a pond that winter day, And the sun was white, as though chidden of God, And a few leaves lay on the starving sod; — They had fallen from an ash, and were gray. Since then, keen lessons that love deceives, And wrings with wrong, have shaped to me Your face, and the God curst sun, and a tree, And a pond edged with grayish leaves.
Allan Ginsberg – Skowyt i Inne Wiersze
Everything glittered like blank paper. You are safer in the tomb. Her son’s a bishop.
Aisles ful l of husbands! IV A s w a r m of baggage s i t t ing by the counter as wieesze t r anscont inenta l bus pulls in. From stone to cloud, so I ascended.