Tail turned to red sunset on a juniper crown a lone magpie cawks.
Mad at Oryoki in the shrine-room — Thistles blossomed late a
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Now mind is clear
as a cloudless sky.
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What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I
walked down the streets under the trees with a
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America I've given you all and now I'm nothing.
America two dollars and twentyseven cents January
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O dear sweet rosy
unattainable desire
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I speak of love that comes to mind:
The moon is faithful, although blind;
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Said the Presidential Skeleton
I won't sign the bill
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In the foreground we see time and life
swept in a race
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In nineteen hundred forty-nine
China was won by Mao Tse-tung
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Stand up against governments, against God.
Stay irresponsible.
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Under silver wing
San Francisco's towers sprouting
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When I die
I don't care what happens to my body
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Hey Father Death, I'm flying home
Hey poor man, you're all alone
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Last nite I dreamed of T.S. Eliot
welcoming me to the land of dream
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Cool black night thru redwoods
cars parked outside in shade
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Elan that lifts me above the clouds
into pure space, timeless, yea eternal
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Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
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Pigeons shake their wings on the copper church roof
out my window across the street, a bird perched on the cross
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Drinking my tea
Without sugar-
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Homage to Kenneth Koch
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At gauzy dusk, thin haze like cigarette smoke
ribbons past Chrysler Building's silver fins
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I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,
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Whom bomb?
We bomb'd them!
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railroad yard in San Jose
I wandered desolate
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In the depths of the Greyhound Terminal
sitting dumbly on a baggage truck looking at the sky
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And the Communists have nothing to offer but fat cheeks and eyeglasses and
lying policemen
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I came home and found a lion in my room...
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Tonite I walked out of my red apartment door on East tenth street’s dusk—
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I -- A Pleasant Afternoon
for Michael Brownstein and Dick Gallup
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