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

Fourth Floor, Dawn, Up All Night Writing Letters

Rating: 3.3


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 OF THE POEM
Michael Walker 07 December 2019

Not too long and not long and not too obscure.

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Mehmet Turgut 09 December 2014

Goog poem. Have a nice day. Perfect...

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Mehmet Turgut 09 December 2014

Goog poem. Have a nice day.

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Dawn Fuzan 06 May 2014

what a master piece greatly ochestrated poem keep up the good work Mr Ginsberg

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Brian Jani 03 May 2014

Like the simplicity of this poem

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