Collected Poems 1947-1997 - Ginsberg Allen - Страница 128

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                              tonned with cloud-hang,

                     —Heaven balanced on a grassblade.

Roar of the mountain wind slow, sigh of the body,

     One Being on the mountainside stirring gently

         Exquisite scales trembling everywhere in balance,

one motion thru the cloudy sky-floor shifting on the million feet of daisies,

one Majesty the motion that stirred wet grass quivering

     to the farthest tendril of white fog poured down

                through shivering flowers on the mountain’s head—

No imperfection in the budded mountain,

         Valleys breathe, heaven and earth move together,

     daisies push inches of yellow air, vegetables tremble,

                     grass shimmers green

sheep speckle the mountainside, revolving their jaws with empty eyes,

                horses dance in the warm rain,

         tree-lined canals network live farmland,

                blueberries fringe stone walls on hawthorn’d hills,

         pheasants croak on meadows haired with fern—

Out, out on the hillside, into the ocean sound, into delicate gusts of wet air,

Fall on the ground, O great Wetness, O Mother, No harm on your body!

Stare close, no imperfection in the grass,

                each flower Buddha-eye, repeating the story,

                         myriad-formed—

Kneel before the foxglove raising green buds, mauve bells drooped

         doubled down the stem trembling antennae,

     & look in the eyes of the branded lambs that stare

         breathing stockstill under dripping hawthorn—

I lay down mixing my beard with the wet hair of the mountainside,

         smelling the brown vagina-moist ground, harmless,

                tasting the violet thistle-hair, sweetness—

One being so balanced, so vast, that its softest breath

         moves every floweret in the stillness on the valley floor,

     trembles lamb-hair hung gossamer rain-beaded in the grass,

lifts trees on their roots, birds in the great draught

         hiding their strength in the rain, bearing same weight,

Groan thru breast and neck, a great Oh! to earth heart

                     Calling our Presence together

         The great secret is no secret

                Senses fit the winds,

                         Visible is visible,

         rain-mist curtains wave through the bearded vale,

                gray atoms wet the wind’s kabbala

Crosslegged on a rock in dusk rain,

         rubber booted in soft grass, mind moveless,

     breath trembles in white daisies by the roadside,

                Heaven breath and my own symmetric

         Airs wavering thru antlered green fern

drawn in my navel, same breath as breathes thru Capel-Y-Ffn,

                Sounds of Aleph and Aum

                through forests of gristle,

         my skull and Lord Hereford’s Knob equal,

                         All Albion one.

What did I notice? Particulars! The

         vision of the great One is myriad—

     smoke curls upward from ashtray,

                house fire burned low,

The night, still wet & moody black heaven

                     starless

         upward in motion with wet wind.

July 29, 1967 (LSD)—August 3, 1967 (London)

Pentagon Exorcism

“No taxation without representation”

Who represents my body in Pentagon? Who spends

my spirit’s billions for war manufacture? Who

levies the majority to exult unwilling in Bomb

Roar? “Brainwash!” Mind-fear! Governor’s language!

“Military-Industrial-Complex!” President’s language!

Corporate voices jabber on electric networks building

body-pain, chemical ataxia, physical slavery

to diaphanoid Chinese Cosmic-eye Military Tyranny

movie hysteria—Pay my taxes? No Westmoreland wants

to be Devil, others die for his General Power

sustaining hurt millions in house security

tuning to images on TV’s separate universe where

peasant manhoods burn in black & white forest

villages—represented less than myself by Magic

Intelligence influence matter-scientists’ Rockefeller

bank telephone war investment Usury Agency

executives jetting from McDonnell Douglas to General Dynamics

over smog-shrouded metal-noised treeless cities

patrolled by radio fear with tear gas, businessman!

Go spend your bright billions for this suffering!

Pentagon wake from planet-sleep! Apokatastasis!

Spirit Spirit Dance Dance Spirit Spirit Dance!

Transform Pentagon skeleton to maiden-temple O Phantom

Guevara! Om Raksa Raksa Hu? Hu? Hu? Phat Svaha!

Anger Control your Self feared Chaos, suffocation

body-death in Capitols caved with stone radar sentinels!

Back! Back! Back! Central Mind-machine Pentagon reverse

consciousness! Hallucination manifest! A million Americas

gaze out of man-spirit’s naked Pentacle! Magnanimous

reaction to signal Peking, isolate Space-beings!

Milan, September 29, 1967

Elegy Che Guevara

European Trib. boy’s face photo’d eyes opened,

     young feminine beardless radiant kid

         lain back smiling looking upward

Calm as if ladies’ lips were kissing invisible parts of the body

Aged reposeful angelic boy corpse,

     perceptive Argentine Doctor, petulant Cuba Major

                pipe mouth’d & faithfully keeping Diary

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