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Sunflower Sutra - Poem by Allen Ginsberg

I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern Pacific locomotive to look for the sunset over the box house hills and cry.

Jack Kerouac sat beside me on a busted rusty iron pole, companion, we thought the same thoughts of the soul, bleak and blue and sad-eyed, surrounded by the gnarled steel roots of trees of machinery.

The only water on the river mirrored the red sky, sun sank on top of final Frisco peaks, no fish in that stream, no hermit in those mounts, just ourselves rheumy-eyed and hung-over like old bums on the riverbank, tired and wily.

Look at the Sunflower, he said, there was a dead gray shadow against the sky, big as a man, sitting dry on top of a pile of ancient sawdust--

--I rushed up enchanted--it was my first sunflower, memories of Blake--my visions--Harlem

and Hells of the Eastern rivers, bridges clanking Joes greasy Sandwiches, dead baby carriages, black treadless tires forgotten and unretreaded, the poem of the riverbank, condoms & pots, steel knives, nothing stainless, only the dank muck and the razor-sharp artifacts passing into the past--

and the gray Sunflower poised against the sunset, crackly bleak and dusty with the smut and smog and smoke of olden locomotives in its eye--

corolla of bleary spikes pushed down and broken like a battered crown, seeds fallen out of its face, soon-to-be-toothless mouth of sunny air, sunrays obliterated on its hairy head like a dried wire spiderweb,

leaves stuck out like arms out of the stem, gestures from the sawdust root, broke pieces of plaster fallen out of the black twigs, a dead fly in its ear,

Unholy battered old thing you were, my sunflower O my soul, I loved you then!

The grime was no man's grime but death and human locomotives,

all that dress of dust, that veil of darkened railroad skin, that smog of cheek, that eyelid of black mis'ry, that sooty hand or phallus or protuberance of artificial worse-than-dirt--industrial--modern--all that civilization spotting your crazy golden crown--

and those blear thoughts of death and dusty loveless eyes and ends and withered roots below, in the home-pile of sand and sawdust, rubber dollar bills, skin of machinery, the guts and innards of the weeping coughing car, the empty lonely tincans with their rusty tongues alack, what more could I name, the smoked ashes of some cock cigar, the cunts of wheelbarrows and the milky breasts of cars, wornout asses out of chairs & sphincters of dynamos--all these

entangled in your mummied roots--and you standing before me in the sunset, all your glory in your form!

A perfect beauty of a sunflower! a perfect excellent lovely sunflower existence! a sweet natural eye to the new hip moon, woke up alive and excited grasping in the sunset shadow sunrise golden monthly breeze!

How many flies buzzed round you innocent of your grime, while you cursed the heavens of your railroad and your flower soul?

Poor dead flower? when did you forget you were a flower? when did you look at your skin and decide you were an impotent dirty old locomotive? the ghost of a locomotive? the specter and shade of a once powerful mad American locomotive?

You were never no locomotive, Sunflower, you were a sunflower!

And you Locomotive, you are a locomotive, forget me not!

So I grabbed up the skeleton thick sunflower and stuck it at my side like a scepter,

and deliver my sermon to my soul, and Jack's soul too, and anyone who'll listen,

--We're not our skin of grime, we're not our dread bleak dusty imageless locomotive, we're all golden sunflowers inside, blessed by our own seed & hairy naked accomplishment-bodies growing into mad black formal sunflowers in the sunset, spied on by our eyes under the shadow of the mad locomotive riverbank sunset Frisco hilly tincan evening sitdown vision.


Comments about Sunflower Sutra by Allen Ginsberg

  • Rookie Tiffany C (6/25/2006 4:07:00 PM)

    I love this poem. It is one of the best, written by one of the best of the Beat Generation. (Report) Reply

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Poems About Sunset

  1. 1. Sunflower Sutra , Allen Ginsberg
  2. 2. The Barrel-Organ , Alfred Noyes
  3. 3. Hiawatha And The Pearl-Feather , Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
  4. 4. Hiawatha's Fasting , Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
  5. 5. Flux , Carl Sandburg
  6. 6. Ever Sunset , Sandra Fowler
  7. 7. Sunset , Jessica Millsaps
  8. 8. ! The Hallmark Of Poetry , Michael Shepherd
  9. 9. The Plougher , Padraic Colum
  10. 10. The Star-Apple Kingdom , Derek Walcott
  11. 11. Hydrangeas , Carl Sandburg
  12. 12. Sunset Thinking , Marilyn Lott
  13. 13. England To America , Katharine Lee Bates
  14. 14. Beyond The Sunset , Catrina Heart
  15. 15. A Life Without Love , Rachel Fogle
  16. 16. In The Bay , Algernon Charles Swinburne
  17. 17. The Deserted Garden , Alan Seeger
  18. 18. Sunset On The Bearcamp , John Greenleaf Whittier
  19. 19. The Door Of Humility , Alfred Austin
  20. 20. Sunset , B.J. Ayers
  21. 21. The Bridal Of Pennacook , John Greenleaf Whittier
  22. 22. Hesperia , Algernon Charles Swinburne
  23. 23. ' Ode To A Road... ' , MoonBee Canady
  24. 24. Hy-Brasil , Henry Kendall
  25. 25. All Of A Piece , Roderic Quinn
  26. 26. One With The Ruined Sunset , William Ernest Henley
  27. 27. A Sunrise , Mr. Bean
  28. 28. As The Sunset , brittany smith
  29. 29. Golden Sunset , C. P. Sharma
  30. 30. Meditating Like Mencius , David Kowalczyk
  31. 31. Memory Of You , Jacqueline Dougherty
  32. 32. 0125 A Footballer Kicks A Cliché Into To.. , Michael Shepherd
  33. 33. Sunset , Debi Cimo
  34. 34. Sometime , Smoky Hoss
  35. 35. The Sunset Stopped On Cottages , Emily Dickinson
  36. 36. I Will Wait For Sunset…. , Satarupa Rudrapal
  37. 37. Sunrise , Mr. Bean
  38. 38. Hold Me Close , Daniel Alexander Howell
  39. 39. Last Sunset , Jennifer Rondeau
  40. 40. (purpose Poem) Can You Smell The Roses .. , Ace Of Black Hearts
  41. 41. African Melody , Aldo Kraas
  42. 42. ' Strolling ' By David Hart , David Hart
  43. 43. A Wine Of Wizardry , George Sterling
  44. 44. Beyond The Sunset And Sea , JoJo Bean, Dodgy Dave and Me ..
  45. 45. The Sunset , Bette Kayley Jones
  46. 46. Pink-Edged Clouds, Sunset Sun , (c) Colorofsky
  47. 47. The City By The Sea -- San Francisco , George Sterling
  48. 48. Under The Sunset Sky , Brian Potthast
  49. 49. Sunset From The Moving Train , Little Red Apple
  50. 50. Moments Of Grace , R.J. Wynn
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