Collected Poems 1947-1997 - Ginsberg Allen (книги серии онлайн .TXT) 📗
sostenuto Amelita Galli-Curci & Rosa Ponselle
Wind up Victrola Yiddish Monologues
Cohen On The Telephone,
The Wind the Wind,
“Last night da vind, da vind blew down da shutters.”
“No I didn’t say shuddup!”
The fugitive words of a Scots contralto
woman’s chant “McCushla,
McCushla my dark eyed McCushla”
Ask Aunt Honey age 83, ask Stepmother Edith just 90,
they’ll know—
they’ll remember
“The March of the Wooden Soldiers,” tin drums
& pipes of Babes in Toyland
“Comin’ thru the rye” new generations of
folksing kids never remember sung
when they play Guitar on Union Square’s
L train subway platform—
or “Auchichornya, auchimolinka, rasdrivyminya,
molijeninka,” with Mandolins or Balalaikas
and “Tis the last rose of Summer” by Thomas Moore—
echoing thru Time’s skull as my beard’s
turned white, sugar high in my blood
coughing weeks on end fall to winter,
Chronic bronchitis the rest of my days?
& “Down will come baby cradle and all”
as 1930’s all fell down with
mournful Peat Bog Soldiers’
“Lied des Concentrationslagers”
February 9, 1996
Five A.M.
Elan that lifts me above the clouds
into pure space, timeless, yea eternal
Breath transmitted into words
Transmuted back to breath
in one hundred two hundred years
nearly Immortal, Sappho’s 26 centuries
of cadenced breathing—beyond time, clocks, empires, bodies, cars,
chariots, rocket ships skyscrapers, Nation empires
brass walls, polished marble, Inca Artwork
of the mind—but where’s it come from?
Inspiration? The muses drawing breath for you? God?
Nah, don’t believe it, you’ll get entangled in Heaven or Hell—
Guilt power, that makes the heart beat wake all night
flooding mind with space, echoing thru future cities, Megalopolis or
Cretan village, Zeus’ birth cave Lassithi Plains—Otsego County
farmhouse, Kansas front porch?
Buddha’s a help, promises ordinary mind no nirvana—
coffee, alcohol, cocaine, mushrooms, marijuana, laughing gas?
Nope, too heavy for this lightness lifts the brain into blue sky
at May dawn when birds start singing on East 12th street—
Where does it come from, where does it go forever?
May 1996
Power
The N Power, the feminine power
the woman power the
flower power, the power of Marigolds
& roses, Sequoia power,
Nature’s power
wont blossom in this lifetime
or the next, this Yuga’s finished,
seeds shot, entered the earth
gestating with alligators & waterworms
in swamps where planes crash,
Next lifetimes after, watch roses turn
red, Marigolds yellow, little
sequoias begin to climb the sky
Millions of African kids’ll grow up
amid green bushes & radiant
camelopards again—
Down 12th Street corner Avenue A midnight police
lean against Bodega shutters looking for
last week’s swarthy crack pushers
May 15, 1996, 11 A.M.
Anger
How’d I get angry? Analytic approach:
M’I still angry with Carolyn? forty three years ago
kicked me out of bed with
naked Neal their house San Jose—
Disadvantaged hating Podhoretz
for put-down of Beat writers
queers nineteen fifty eight
later defense of death-squad drug-dealer
Generals in El Salvador
& op-ed B2 Bombers
Angrily sat an hour adamant
Thangka-thief meth-head Gaiton’s apt.
E. Houston Street nineteen sixty three
never got my Dancing Skeletons back—
Never forgave late Alan Marlowe nineteen seventy five
stole back my $100 loan gift
to Jyoti Datta Calcutta four years earlier
Lost my telephone temper with critic Walter
Goodman
insulting Gunther Grass’ visit to poor South Bronx
International PEN Congress nineteen eighty five
& my own handmade Nicaraguan
Contra-War peace petition mocked
