Gregory Corso Death Poems

  • 1.
    1
    I am a great American
    I am almost nationalistic about it!
    I love America like a madness!
    ...
  • 2.
    Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb
    Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you
    Do I hate the mischievous thunderbolt the jawbone of an ass
    The bumpy club of One Million B.C. the mace the flail the axe
    ...
  • 3.
    Thereâ??s a truth limits man
    A truth prevents his going any farther
    The world is changing
    The world knows itâ??s changing
    ...
  • 4.
    My hands did numb to beauty
    as they reached into Death and tightened!

    O sovereign was my touch
    ...
  • 5.
    Uncomprising yearâ??I see no meaning to life.
    Though this abled self is here nonetheless,
    either in trade gold or grammaticness,
    I drop the wheelwrightâ??s simple principleâ??
    ...
  • 6.
    niverse Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you
    Do I hate the mischievous thunderbolt the jawbone of an ass
    The bumpy club of One Million B.C. the mace the flail the axe
    Catapult Da Vinci tomahawk Cochise flintlock Kidd dagger Rathbone
    ...
  • 7.
    I ran up six flights of stairs
    to my small furnished room
    opened the window
    and began throwing out
    ...
  • 8.
    O this political air so heavy with the bells
    and motors of a slow night, and no place to rest
    but rain to walkâ??How it rings the Washington streets!
    The umbrellaâ??d congressmen; the rapping tires
    ...
  • 9.
    1
    How inseparable you and the America you saw yet was never
    there to see; you and America, like the tree and the
    ground, are one the same; yet how like a palm tree
    ...
Total 9 Death Poems by Gregory Corso

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