Allen Ginsberg

(3 June 1926 – 5 April 1997 / Newark, New Jersey)

Fourth Floor, Dawn, Up All Night Writing Letters - Poem by Allen Ginsberg

Pigeons shake their wings on the copper church roof
out my window across the street, a bird perched on the cross
surveys the city's blue-grey clouds. Larry Rivers
'll come at 10 AM and take my picture. I'm taking
your picture, pigeons. I'm writing you down, Dawn.
I'm immortalizing your exhaust, Avenue A bus.
O Thought, now you'll have to think the same thing forever!


Comments about Fourth Floor, Dawn, Up All Night Writing Letters by Allen Ginsberg

  • Mehmet Turgut (12/9/2014 6:10:00 AM)


    Goog poem. Have a nice day. Perfect... (Report) Reply

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  • Mehmet Turgut (12/9/2014 6:02:00 AM)


    Goog poem. Have a nice day. (Report) Reply

  • Dawn Fuzan (5/6/2014 10:11:00 AM)


    what a master piece greatly ochestrated poem keep up the good work Mr Ginsberg (Report) Reply

  • Brian Jani (5/3/2014 3:04:00 AM)


    Like the simplicity of this poem (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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