Happy Birthday
Allen Ginsberg 1926-1997
At a peace rally, 1966
from Sunflower Sutra, 1955:
We're not our skin of grime, we're not our dread bleak dusty
imageless locomotive, we're all golden sunflowers
inside, blessed by our own seed & hairy naked
accomplishment-bodies growing into mad black formal
sunflowers in the sunset, spied on by our eyes under the
shadow of the mad locomotive riverbank sunset Frisco
hilly tincan evening sitdown vision.
At a peace rally, 1966
from Sunflower Sutra, 1955:
We're not our skin of grime, we're not our dread bleak dusty
imageless locomotive, we're all golden sunflowers
inside, blessed by our own seed & hairy naked
accomplishment-bodies growing into mad black formal
sunflowers in the sunset, spied on by our eyes under the
shadow of the mad locomotive riverbank sunset Frisco
hilly tincan evening sitdown vision.
posted by The authors at 12:38 AM
1 Comments:
Mr. Ricker-
What I have seen of your own poetry does remind me of A.G's work. Carry on in his name!
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