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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
    7 lines
  • I speak of love that comes to mind:
    The moon is faithful, although blind;
    8 lines, 1 comment
  • At gauzy dusk, thin haze like cigarette smoke
    ribbons past Chrysler Building's silver fins
    38 lines
  • Please master can I touch your cheek
    please master can I kneel at your feet
    56 lines, 4 comments
  • The weight of the world
    is love.
    71 lines
  • America I've given you all and now I'm nothing.
    America two dollars and twentyseven cents January
    117 lines, 4 comments
  • Whom bomb?
    We bomb'd them!
    126 lines
  • Blandly mother
    takes him strolling
    40 lines
  • Reality is a question
    of realizing how real
    60 lines
  • In nineteen hundred forty-nine
    China was won by Mao Tse-tung
    60 lines, 1 comment
  • And the Communists have nothing to offer but fat cheeks and eyeglasses and
    lying policemen
    66 lines
  • Real as a dream
    What shall I do with this great opportunity to fly?
    132 lines
  • Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
    Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
    40 lines, 2 comments
  • Stand up against governments, against God.
    Stay irresponsible.
    38 lines
  • I’m delighted by the velocity of money as it whistles through the windows
    of Lower East Side
    26 lines, 1 comment
  • Is that the only way we can become like Indians, like Rhinoceri,
    like Quartz Crystals, like organic farmers, like what we imagine
    23 lines
  • You'll bare your bones you'll grow you'll pray you'll only know
    When the light appears, boy, when the light appears
    19 lines
  • To Ezra Pound
    These are the names of the companies that have made
    40 lines, 1 comment
  • The flower in the glass peanut bottle formerly in the
          kitchen crooked to take a place in the light,
    80 lines
  • That tree said
    I don't like that white car under me,
    7 lines, 1 comment
  • Now I'll record my secret vision, impossible sight of the face of God:
    It was no dream, I lay broad waking on a fabulous couch in Harlem
    20 lines
  • I
    What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there
    161 lines
  • I came home and found a lion in my room...
    [First draft of \
    18 lines
  • I came home and found a lion in my living room
    Rushed out on the fire escape screaming Lion! Lion!
    61 lines, 2 comments
  • In the depths of the Greyhound Terminal
    sitting dumbly on a baggage truck looking at the sky
    99 lines
  • railroad yard in San Jose
        I wandered desolate
    25 lines
  • Homage to Kenneth Koch
    20 lines, 1 comment
  • Elan that lifts me above the clouds
    into pure space, timeless, yea eternal
    21 lines
  • Hey Father Death, I'm flying home
    Hey poor man, you're all alone
    27 lines, 1 comment
  • Under silver wing
    San Francisco's towers sprouting
    37 lines, 1 comment
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