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Strange now to think of you gone without corsets eyes while I walk on	A
the sunny pavement of Greenwich Village	B
downtown Manhattan clear winter noon and I've been up all night talking	C
talking reading the Kaddish aloud listening to Ray Charles blues	D
shout blind on the phonograph	E
the rhythm the rhythm and your memory in my head three years after	F
And read Adonais' last triumphant stanzas aloud wept realizing	C
how we suffer	F
And how Death is that remedy all singers dream of sing remember	F
prophesy as in the Hebrew Anthem or the Buddhist Book of An	G
swers and my own imagination of a withered leaf at dawn	H
Dreaming back thru life Your time and mine accelerating toward Apoca	C
lypse	D
the final moment the flower burning in the Day and what comes after	F
looking back on the mind itself that saw an American city	I
a flash away and the great dream of Me or China or you and a phantom	J
Russia or a crumpled bed that never existed	K
like a poem in the dark escaped back to Oblivion	L
No more to say and nothing to weep for but the Beings in the Dream	M
trapped in its disappearance	D
sighing screaming with it buying and selling pieces of phantom worship	N
ping each other	F
worshipping the God included in it all longing or inevitability while it	O
lasts a Vision anything more	P
It leaps about me as I go out and walk the street look back over my shoulder	F
Seventh Avenue the battlements of window office buildings shoul	Q
dering each other high under a cloud tall as the sky an instant and	R
the sky above an old blue place	D
or down the Avenue to the south to as I walk toward the Lower East Side	S
where you walked years ago little girl from Russia eating the	T
first poisonous tomatoes of America frightened on the dock	C
then struggling in the crowds of Orchard Street toward what toward	U
Newark	C
toward candy store first home made sodas of the century hand churned ice	D
cream in backroom on musty brownfloor boards	D
Toward education marriage nervous breakdown operation teaching school	Q
and learning to be mad in a dream what is this life	V
Toward the Key in the window and the great Key lays its head of light	W
on top of Manhattan and over the floor and lays down on the	T
sidewalk in a single vast beam moving as I walk down First toward	U
the Yiddish Theater and the place of poverty	I
you knew and I know but without caring now Strange to have moved	X
thru Paterson and the West and Europe and here again	Y
with the cries of Spaniards now in the doorstops doors and dark boys on	A
the street firs escapes old as you	Z
Tho you're not old now that's left here with me	I
Myself anyhow maybe as old as the universe and I guess that dies with	A2
us enough to cancel all that comes What came is gone forever	F
every time	B2
That's good That leaves it open for no regret no fear radiators lacklove	V
torture even toothache in the end	C2
Though while it comes it is a lion that eats the soul and the lamb the soul	Q
in us alas offering itself in sacrifice to change's fierce hunger hair	D2
and teeth and the roar of bonepain skull bare break rib rot skin	E2
braintricked Implacability	C2
Ai ai we do worse We are in a fix And you're out Death let you out	C2
Death had the Mercy you're done with your century done with	A2
God done with the path thru it Done with yourself at last Pure	F2
Back to the Babe dark before your Father before us all before the	T
world	C2
There rest No more suffering for you I know where you've gone it's good	C2
No more flowers in the summer fields of New York no joy now no more	P
fear of Louis	D
and no more of his sweetness and glasses his high school decades debts	D
loves frightened telephone calls conception beds relatives hands	D
No more of sister Elanor she gone before you we kept it secret you	Z
killed her or she killed herself to bear with you an arthritic heart	C2
But Death's killed you both No matter	F
Nor your memory of your mother tears in silent movies weeks and	C2
weeks forgetting agrieve watching Marie Dressler address human	L
ity Chaplin dance in youth	G2
or Boris Godunov Chaliapin's at the Met halling his voice of a weeping Czar	H2
by standing room with Elanor Max watching also the Capital	Q
ists take seats in Orchestra white furs diamonds	D
with the YPSL's hitch hiking thru Pennsylvania in black baggy gym skirts	D
pants photograph of girls holding each other round the waste and	C2
laughing eye too coy virginal solitude of	V
all girls grown old or dead now and that long hair in the grave lucky to	Z
have husbands later	F
You made it I came too Eugene my brother before still grieving now and	C2
will gream on to his last stiff hand as he goes thru his cancer or kill	Q
later perhaps soon he will think	C
And it's the last moment I remember which I see them all thru myself now	I2
tho not you	Z
I didn't foresee what you felt what more hideous gape of bad mouth came	J2
first to you and were you prepared	C2
To go where In that Dark that in that God a radiance A Lord in the	T
Void Like an eye in the black cloud in a dream Adonoi at last with	A2
you	Z
Beyond my remembrance Incapable to guess Not merely the yellow skull	Q
in the grave or a box of worm dust and a stained ribbon Deaths	D
head with Halo can you believe it	C2
Is it only the sun that shines once for the mind only the flash of existence	D
than none ever was	D
Nothing beyond what we have what you had that so pitiful yet Tri	K2
umph	V
to have been here and changed like a tree broken or flower fed to the	T
ground but made with its petals colored thinking Great Universe	D
shaken cut in the head leaf stript hid in an egg crate hospital cloth	L2
wrapped sore freaked in the moon brain Naughtless	D
No flower like that flower which knew itself in the garden and fought the	T
knife lost	C2
Cut down by an idiot Snowman's icy even in the Spring strange ghost	C2
thought some Death Sharp icicle in his hand crowned with old	C2
roses a dog for his eyes cock of a sweatshop heart of electric	C
irons	D
All the accumulations of life that wear us out clocks bodies consciousness	D
shoes breasts begotten sons your Communism 'Paranoia' into	Z
hospitals	D
You once kicked Elanor in the leg she died of heart failure later You of	V
stroke Asleep within a year the two of you sisters in death Is	D
Elanor happy	I
Max grieves alive in an office on Lower Broadway lone large mustache over	F
midnight Accountings not sure His life passes as he sees and	C2
what does he doubt now Still dream of making money or that might	C2
have made money hired nurse had children found even your Im	M2
mortality Naomi	I
I'll see him soon Now I've got to cut through to talk to you as I didn't	C2
when you had a mouth	N2
Forever And we're bound for that Forever like Emily Dickinson's horses	D
headed to the End	C2
They know the way These Steeds run faster than we think it's our own	O2
life they cross and take with them	P2
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Magnificent mourned no more marred of heart mind behind mar	H2
ried dreamed mortal changed Ass and face done with murder	F
In the world given flower maddened made no Utopia shut under	F
pine almed in Earth blamed in Lone Jehovah accept	C2
Nameless One Faced Forever beyond me beginningless endless	D
Father in death Tho I am not there for this Prophecy I am unmarried I'm	B2
hymnless I'm Heavenless headless in blisshood I would still adore	P
Thee Heaven after Death only One blessed in Nothingness not	C2
light or darkness Dayless Eternity	I
Take this this Psalm from me burst from my hand in a day some	J
of my Time now given to Nothing to praise Thee But Death	Q2
This is the end the redemption from Wilderness way for the Won	L
derer House sought for All black handkerchief washed clean by weeping	C
page beyond Psalm Last change of mine and Naomi to God's perfe	V

Allen Ginsberg

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