Bravo! A sympathetic self-portrait/eulogy, though the self-as-subject-type expressionism would boggle even Whitman. Lots of good characterizations, here; lots of nice ghostly evocations; lots of nicely palpable sensual data. Creating a sympathetic self- the geist of the poem- is perhaps Ginsberg's forte. Curiosly observant of the tradition wherein the deceased is visited by 'presences' with whom he interacted. Only natural, I suppose.