Allen Ginsberg
Newark, New Jersey
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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!
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COMMENTS
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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