Collected Poems 1947-1997 - Ginsberg Allen - Страница 117
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no telephone, the War
rages North
Police break down the Cross
Crowds screaming in the streets—
on Pacific cliff-edge
Sheri Martinelli’s little house with combs and shells
Since February fear, she saw LSD
Zodiac in earth grass, stood
palm to cheek, scraped her toe
looking aside, & said
“Too disturbed to see you
old friend w/ so much Power”
—ten years later.
Yajalon valley, bougainvillea flares
against the Mayor’s house—
Jack you remember the afternoon
Xochimilco with Fairies?
Green paradise boats
flower laden poled upriver
Pulque in the poop
stringed music in air—
drunkenness, & happiness
anonymous
fellows without care from America—
Now war moves my mind—
Villahermosa full of purple flowers
Merida hath cathedral & cheap hotels
—boat to Isla Cosumel
Julius can wander thru Fijijiapan
forgetting his dog peso Nicotinic Acid—
Bus seat’s white light shines on Mexico map,
quietness, quietness over countryside
palmfrond insects, cactus ganja
& Washington’s Police 5 thousand miles away?
Ray Charles singing from hospital
“Let’s go get stoned.”
Durango-Mazatlan road’s built over
Sierra Madre’s moon valleys now
Children with quartz jewels climbing highway cliff-edge
Jack you bought crystals & beer—
Old houses in Panama City
La Barranca gray canyon under Guadalajara,
Tepic for more candy.
I wanna go out in a car
not leave word where I’m going—
travel ahead.
Or Himalayas in Spring
following the pilgrim’s path
10,000 Hindus
to Shiva temples North
Rishikesh & Laxman Jula
Homage to Shivananda,
the Guru heart—
thru green canyons, Ganges gorge—
carrying a waterpot
to Kedernath & Badrinath
& Gangotri in the ice
—Manasarovar forbidden,
Kailash forbidden,
the Chinese eat Tibet.
Howl for them that suffer broken bone
homeless on moody balconies
Jack’s voice returning to me over & over
with prophecy
“Howl for boys sleeping hungry on tables in cafes with their long hair
to the sea” in Hidalgo de Parral,
Hermosillo & Tetuan—
The masses prepare for war
short haired mad executives
young flops from college
yellow & pink flesh gone mad
listening to radio news.
& Johnson was angry with Fulbright
for criticizing his war.
And Hart Crane’s myth and Whitman’s—
What’ll happen to that?
The Karma
accumulated bombing Vietnam
The Karma bodies napalm-burned
Karma suspicion
where machinery’s smelt the heat of bodies trembling
in the jungle
The Karma of bullets in the back of the head by thatched walls
The Karma of babies in their mothers’ arms
bawling destroyed
The Karma of populations moved from center to center of
Detention
Karma of bribery, Karma blood-money
Must come home to America,
There must be a war
America has builded herself a new body.
Peaceful young men in America get out of the Cities & go to
the countryside & the trees—
Bearded young men in America hide your hair & shave your
beards & disappear
The destroyers are out to destroy—
Destroyers of Peking & Washington stare face to face
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