Collected Poems 1947-1997 - Ginsberg Allen - Страница 162

     Commentary and Palestine Review sent me here!

     The International Zionist Conspiracy sent me here!

     Syrian Politicians sent me here! Heroic Pan-Arab

               Nationalists sent me here!

                    They’re sending Armies to my side—

The Americans & Russians are sending bombing planes tanks

     Chinese Egyptians Syrians help me battle for my righteous

          house my Soul’s dirt Spirit’s Nation body’s

                    boundaries & Self’s territory my

          Zionist homeland my Palestine inheritance

The Capitalist Communist & Third World Peoples’

     Republics Dictatorships Police States Socialisms & Democracies

          are all sending Deadly Weapons to our aid!

We shall triumph over the Enemy!

          Maintain our Separate Identity! Proud

               History evermore!

     Defend our own bodies here this Holy Land! This hill

          Golgotha never forget, never relinquish

                    inhabit thru Eternity

          under Allah Christ Yaweh forever one God

Shema Yisroel Adonoi Eluhenu Adonoi Echad!

                    La ilah illa’ Allah hu!

     OY! AH! HU! OY! AH! HU!

     SHALOM! SHANTIH! SALAAM!

New York, January 13, 1974

Manifesto

Let me say beginning I don’t believe in Soul

The heart, famous heart’s a bag of shit I wrote 25 years ago

O my immortal soul! youthful poet Shelley cried

O my immortal Ego—little knowing

he didn’t believe in God. Neither do I.

Nor all science reason reality and good moral Will—

collections of empty atoms as Kerouac Buddha scribed.

Neither does great love immortal defy pain nightmare Death Torture Saigon Police Underground Press Pravda Bill of Rights—

And while we’re at it, let’s denounce Democracy, Fascism, Communism and heroes.

Art’s not empty if it shows its own emptiness

Poetry useful leaves its own skeleton hanging in air

like Buddha, Shakespeare & Rimbaud.

Serious, dispense with law except Cause & Effect, even the latter has exceptions

No cause & effect is not foolproof.

There is Awareness—which confounds the Soul, Heart, God, Science Love Governments and Cause & Effects’ Nightmare.

New York, January 28, 1974, 1 A.M.

Sad Dust Glories

To the Dead

You were here on earth, in cities—

          where now?

Bones in the ground,

          thoughts in my mind.

*

Teacher

bring me to heaven

or leave me alone.

Why make me work so hard

when everything’s spread around

open, like forest’s poison oak turned red

empty sleepingbags hanging from

               a dead branch.

*

When I sit

I see dust motes in my eye

Ponderosa needles trembling

               shine green

in blue sky.

Wind sound passes thru

               pine tops, distant

windy waves flutter black

               oak leaves

and leave them still

like my mind

which forgets

why the bluejay across the woods’

                    clearing

squawks, mid afternoon.

*

The mood

is sadness, dead friends,

or the boy I slept with last night

came twice silently

and I still lie in the colored

                    hammock, half naked

reading poetry

Sunday

in bright sun pine shade.

*

KENJI MYAZAWA

“All is Buddhahood

to who has cried even once

Glory be?”

So I said glory be

     looking down at a pine

               feather

risen beside a dead leaf

on brown duff

where a fly wavers an inch

               above ground

midsummer.

*

Could you be here?

Really be here

     and forget the void?

I am, it’s peaceful, empty,

filled with green Ponderosa

     swaying parallel crests

fan-like needle circles

glittering haloed

in sun that moves slowly

     lights up my hammock

          heats my face skin

               and knees.

*

Wind makes sound

          in tree tops

like express trains like city

          machinery

Slow dances high up, huge

branches wave back & forth sensitive

needlehairs bob their heads

—it’s too human, it’s not human

It’s treetops, whatever they think,

It’s me, whatever I think,

It’s the wind talking.

*   *

The moon followed by Jupiter thru pinetrees,