Gregory Corso Poems

There’s a truth limits man
A truth prevents his going any farther
The world is changing
The world knows it’s changing
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I reached heaven and it was syrupy.
It was oppressively sweet.
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O this political air so heavy with the bells
and motors of a slow night, and no place to rest
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Uncomprising year—I see no meaning to life.
Though this abled self is here nonetheless,
either in trade gold or grammaticness,
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I am a great American
I am almost nationalistic about it!
I love America like a madness!
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I stand in the dark light in the dark
street
and look up at my window, I was
born there.
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How inseparable you and the America you saw yet was never
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I am 32 years old
and finally I look my age, if not more.
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I dreamed Ted Williams
leaning at night
against the Eiffel Tower, weeping.
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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
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