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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I speak of love that comes to mind:
The moon is faithful, although blind;
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At gauzy dusk, thin haze like cigarette smoke
ribbons past Chrysler Building's silver fins
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Please master can I touch your cheek
please master can I kneel at your feet
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The weight of the world
is love.
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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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Whom bomb?
We bomb'd them!
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Blandly mother
takes him strolling
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Reality is a question
of realizing how real
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In nineteen hundred forty-nine
China was won by Mao Tse-tung
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And the Communists have nothing to offer but fat cheeks and eyeglasses and
lying policemen
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Real as a dream
What shall I do with this great opportunity to fly?
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Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
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Stand up against governments, against God.
Stay irresponsible.
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I’m delighted by the velocity of money as it whistles through the windows
of Lower East Side
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Is that the only way we can become like Indians, like Rhinoceri,
like Quartz Crystals, like organic farmers, like what we imagine
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You'll bare your bones you'll grow you'll pray you'll only know
When the light appears, boy, when the light appears
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To Ezra Pound
These are the names of the companies that have made
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The flower in the glass peanut bottle formerly in the
kitchen crooked to take a place in the light,
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That tree said
I don't like that white car under me,
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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
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I
What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there
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I came home and found a lion in my room...
[First draft of \
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I came home and found a lion in my living room
Rushed out on the fire escape screaming Lion! Lion!
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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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railroad yard in San Jose
I wandered desolate
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Homage to Kenneth Koch
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Elan that lifts me above the clouds
into pure space, timeless, yea eternal
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Hey Father Death, I'm flying home
Hey poor man, you're all alone
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Under silver wing
San Francisco's towers sprouting
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