Collected Poems 1947-1997 - Ginsberg Allen - Страница 136
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Ecologues of These States
(1969–1971)
Over Denver Again
Gray clouds blot sunglare, mountains float west, plane
softly roaring over Denver—Neal dead a year—clean suburb yards,
fit boardinghouse for the homosexual messenger’s
alleyway Lila a decade back before the Atombomb.
Denver without Neal, eh? Denver with orange sunsets
& giant airplanes winging silvery to San Francisco—
watchtowers thru red cold planet light, when the Earth Angel’s dead
the dead material planet’ll revolve robotlike
& insects hop back and forth between metallic cities.
February 13, 1969
Imaginary Universes
Under orders to shoot the spy, I discharged my pistol into his mouth.
He fell face down from the position life left his body kneeling blindfold.
No, I never did that. Imagined in airport snow, Albany plane discharging passengers.
Yes, the Mexican-faced boy, 19 in Marine cloth, seat next me
Descending Salt Lake, accompanied his brother’s body from Vietnam.
“The Gook was kneeling in front of me, crying & pleading. There were two; he had a card we dropped on them.”
The card granted immunity to those V.C. surrendering.
“On account of my best friend & my brother I killed both Gooks.”
That was true, yes.
February 1969
Rising over night-blackened Detroit Streets
brilliant network-lights tentacle dim suburbs
Michigan waters canalled glitter thru city building blocks’
Throne-brain lamps strung downtown, green signals’
concentrate brightness blinking metal prayers & bright Hare Krishnas
telepathic to Heavenly darkness whence I stare down and adore O beautiful!
Mankind maker of such contemplate machine! Come gentle brainwaves
delicate-soft heart-throbs tender as belly butterflies,
light as Sexual charm-penumbras be, of radiant-eyed
boys & girls black-faced & blond that Born believe
Earth-death at hand, or Eden regenerate millennial Green
their destiny under your Human Police Will, O
Masters, fathers, mayors, Senators, Presidents, Bankers & workers
sweating & weeping ignorant on your own plastic-pain Maya planet…
February 15, 1969
To Poe: Over the Planet, Air Albany-Baltimore
Albany throned in snow! It’s winter, Poe,
upstate New York scythed
into mental fields, flat arbors & hairy woods
scattered in Pubic mounds twittering w/ birds—
Nobody foresaw these wormpaths asphalted
uphill crost bridges to small church towns, chill
hoarfields streaked with metal feces-dust.
Maelstrom roar of air-boats to Baltimore!
Farmland whirlpooled into mechanic apocalypse
on Iron Tides!
… Wheels drop in Sunlight, over
Vast building-hive roofs glittering,
New York’s ice agleam
in a dying world.
Bump down to ground
Hare Krishna Preserver!
Philadelphia smoking in Gold Sunlight, pink blue
green Cyanide tanks sitting on hell’s floor,
Many chimneys smoldering, city flats virus-linked
along Delaware bays under horizon-smog—
airplane drifting black vapor-filaments
above Wilmington—The iron habitations
endless from Manhattan to the Capital.
Poe! D’jya prophesy this Smogland, this Inferno,
Didja Dream Baltimore’d Be Seen From Heaven
by Man Poet’s eyes Astounded in the Fire Haze,
carbon Gas aghast!
Poe! D’jya know yr prophecies’ red death
would pour thru Philly’s sky like Sulphurous Dreams?
Walled into Amontillado’s Basement! Man
kind led weeping drunk into the Bomb
Shelter by Mad Secretaries of Defense!
South! from the Bearded Sleeper’s Wink
at History, Hudson polluted & Susquehanna
Brown under bridges laced with factory smoke—
Proving grounds by Chesapeake,
Ammunition & Artillery
Edgewood & Aberdeen
Chemical munitions factories
hid isolate in wooded gardens—
Poe! Frankenstein! Shelley thy Prophecy,
What Demiurge assembles Matter-Factories
to blast the Cacodemonic Planet-Mirror apart
Split atoms & Polarize Consciousness &
let the eternal Void leak thru Pentagon
& cover White House with Eternal Vacuum-Dust!
Bethlehem’s miles of Christ-birth Man-apocalypse
Mechano-movie Refinery along Atlantic,
Shit-brown haze worse & worse over Baltimore
where Poe’s world came to end—Red smoke,
Black water, gray sulphur clouds over Sparrows Point
Oceanside flowing with rust, scum tide
boiling shoreward—
Red white blue yachts on Baltimore harbor,
the plane bounds down above gas tanks,
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