I dreamed I dwelled in a homeless… Where I was lost alone Folk looked right through me into… And passed with eyes of stone O homeless hand on many a street
America I've given you all and no… America two dollars and twenty-sev… I can't stand my own mind. America when will we end the human… Go fuck yourself with your atom bo…
Blandly mother takes him strolling by railroad and by river —he’s the son of the absconded hot rod angel—
What do I want in these rooms pap… How much can I make by cutting my… bathe my body reeking of masturbat… dried in employment bureaus, magaz… cloakrooms of the smiling gods of…
Hey Father Death, I’m flying hom… Hey poor man, you’re all alone Hey old daddy, I know where I’m g… Father Death, Don’t cry any more Mama’s there, underneath the floor
When I die I don’t care what happens to my bo… throw ashes in the air, scatter 'e… bury an urn in Elizabeth New Jers… But l want a big funeral
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! H… The world is holy! The soul is ho… Everything is holy! everybody’s ho… The bum’s as holy as the seraphim!… The typewriter is holy the poem is…
Millions of babies watching the sk… Bellies swollen, with big round ey… On Jessore Road—long bamboo huts Noplace to shit but sand channel r… Millions of fathers in rain
If I were doing my Laundry I’d w… I’d throw in my United States, an… scrub up Africa, put all the birds… the jungle, I’d wash the Amazon river and cle…
These are the names of the compani… money from this war nineteenhundredsixtyeight Annodomi… eighty Hebraic These are the Corporations who ha…
Strange now to think of you, gone… the sunny pavement of Greenwich V… downtown Manhattan, clear winter n… talking, reading the Kaddish aloud… shout blind on the phonograph
Elan that lifts me above the cloud… into pure space, timeless, yea ete… Breath transmuted into words Transmuted back to breath in one hundred two hundred years
Please master can I touch your ch… please master can I kneel at your… please master can I loosen your bl… please master can I gaze at your g… please master can I have your thig…
In the foreground we see time and… swept in a race toward the left hand side of the p… where shore meets shore. But that meeting place
Aunt Rose—now—might I see you with your thin face and buck tooth… of rheumatism—and a long black hea… for your bony left leg limping down the long hall in Newa…