Collected Poems 1947-1997 - Ginsberg Allen - Страница 186

one day there’ll be no one

to kiss & to adore

& to embrace & more

lie down with side by side

tender as a bride

gentle under my touch—

Prick I love to suck.

Church bells ring again

in Heidelberg as when

in New York City town

I lay my belly down

against a boy friend’s buttock

and couldn’t get it up.

’Spite age and common Fate

I’d hoped love’d hang out late

I’d never lack for thighs

on which to sigh my sighs

This day it seems the truth

I can’t depend on youth,

I can’t keep dreaming love

I can’t pray heav’n above

or call the pow’rs of hell

to keep my body well

occupied with young devils

tongueing at my navel.

I stole up from my bed

to that of a well-bred

young friend who shared my purse

and noted my tender verse,

I held him by the ass

waiting for sweat to pass

until he said Go back

I said that I would jack

myself away, not stay

& so he let me play

Allergic to my come—

I came, & then went home.

This can’t go on forever,

this poem, nor my fever

for brown eyed mortal joy,

I love a straight white boy.

Ah the circle closes

Same old withered roses!

I haven’t found an end

I can fuck & defend

& no more can depend

on youth time to amend

what old ages portend—

Love’s death, & body’s end.

Heidelberg, December 15, 1979, 8 A.M.

Ruhr-Gebiet

Too much industry

too much eats

too much beer

too much cigarettes

Too much philosophy

too many thought forms

not enough rooms—

not enough trees

Too much Police

too much computers

too much hi fi

too much Pork

Too much coffee

too much smoking

under gray slate roofs

Too much obedience

Too many bellies

Too many business suits

Too much paperwork

too many magazines

Too much industry

No fish in the Rhine

Lorelei poisoned

Too much embarrassment

Too many fatigued

workers on the train

Ghost Jews scream

on the streetcorner

Too much old murder

too much white torture

Too much one Stammheim

too many happy Nazis

Too many crazy students

Not enough farms

not enough Appletrees

Not enough nut trees

Too much money

Too many poor

turks without vote

“Guests” do the work

Too much metal

Too much fat

Too many jokes

not enough meditation

Too much anger

Too much sugar

Too many smokestacks

Not enough snow

Too many radioactive

plutonium wastebarrels

Take the Rhine gold

Build a big tomb

A gold walled grave

to bury this deadly nuclear slag

all the Banks’ gold

Shining impenetrable

All the German gold

will save the Nation

Build a gold house

to bury the Devil

Heidelberg, December 15, 1979

Love Forgiven

Tubingen-Hamburg Schlafwagen

     I

Why am I so angry at Kissinger?

     Kent State? Terrorism began in 1968!

“Berlin Student Protesting Shah Shot by Police.”

     II

Building lights above black water!

     passing over a big river, railroad bridge & tower.

Mmm Fairyland! Must be Frankfurt!

December 1979

Love Forgiven

     Straight and slender

     Youthful tender

Love shows the way

     And never says nay

     Light & gentle-