Collected Poems 1947-1997 - Ginsberg Allen - Страница 79

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   his cock like a baby crying Fuck

   me in my asshole Make love

   to this rotten slave Give me the

   power to whip & eat your heart

   I own your belly & your eyes

   I speak thru your screaming

   mouth Black Mantra Fuck you

   Fuck me Mother Brother Friend

   old white haired creep shuddering in

   the toilet slum bath floorboards—

Oh how wounded, how wounded, I

   murder the beautiful chinese women

It will come on the railroad, beneath

   the wheels, in drunken hate screaming

   thru the skinny machine gun, it will

   come out of the mouth of the pilot

   the dry lipped diplomat, the hairy

   teacher will come out of me

   again shitting the meat out of

   my ears on my cancer deathbed

   Oh crying man crying woman

crying guerrilla shopkeeper

   crying dysentery boneface on

   the urinal street of the Self

   Oh Negro beaten in the eye in my

   home, oh black magicians

   in white skin robes boiling the

   stomachs of your children that

   you do not die but shudder in

   Serpent & worm shape forever

   Powerful minds & superhuman

   Roar of volcano & rocket in

   Your bowels—

Hail to your fierce desire, your

   Godly pride, my Heaven’s gate

   will not be closed until

   we enter all—

All human shapes, all

   trembling donkeys & apes, all

   lovers turned to ghost

   all achers on trains &

taxicab bodies sped away

   from date with desire, old movies,

   all who were refused—

All which was rejected, the

   leper-sexed hungry of

   nazi conventions, hollow

   cheeked arab marxists of Acco

   Crusaders dying of starvation

   in the Holy Land—

Seeking the Great Spirit of the

   Universe in Terrible Godly

   form, O suffering Jews

   burned in the hopeless fire

   O thin Bengali sadhus adoring

   Kali mother hung with

   nightmare skulls O Myself

   under her pounding

   feet!

Yes I am that worm soul under

   the heel of the daemon horses

   I am that man trembling to die

   in vomit & trance in bamboo

   eternities belly ripped by

   red hands of courteous

   chinamen kids—Come sweetly

   now back to my Self as I was—

Allen Ginsberg says this: I am

   a mass of sores and worms

   & baldness & belly & smell

   I am false Name the prey

   of Yamantaka Devourer of

   Strange dreams, the prey of

   radiation & Police Hells of Law

I am that I am I am the

   man & the Adam of hair in

   my loins This is my spirit and

   physical shape I inhabit

this Universe Oh weeping

   against what is my

   own nature for now

Who would deny his own shape’s

   loveliness in his

   dream moment of bed

   Who sees his desire to be

   horrible instead of Him

Who is, who cringes, perishes,

   is reborn a red Screaming

   baby? Who cringes before

   that meaty shape in

         Fear?

In this dream I am the Dreamer

   and the Dreamed I am

   that I am Ah but I have

   always known

oooh for the hate I have spent

   in denying my image & cursing

   the breasts of illusion—

   Screaming at murderers, trembling

   between their legs in fear of the

   steel pistols of my mortality—

Come, sweet lonely Spirit, back

   to your bodies, come great God

   back to your only image, come

   to your many eyes & breasts,

   come thru thought and

   motion up all your

   arms the great gesture of

   Peace & acceptance Abhaya

   Mudra Mudra of fearlessness

   Mudra of Elephant Calmed &

   war-fear ended forever!

The war, the war on Man, the

   war on woman, the ghost

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