The Mad Yak By Gregory Corso

The Mad Yak I am watching them churn the last milk they’ll ever get from me. They are waiting for me to die; They want…

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Marriage By Gregory Corso

Marriage Should I get married? Should I be Good? Astound the girl next door with my velvet suit and faustaus hood? Don’t take her to…

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Writ On The Steps Of Puerto Rican Harlem By Gregory Corso

Writ On The Steps Of Puerto Rican Harlem There’s a truth limits man A truth prevents his going any farther The world is changing The…

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Gregory Corso By Gregory Corso

Gregory Corso Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you Do I hate…

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Writ On The Eve Of My 32nd Birthday By Gregory Corso

Writ On The Eve Of My 32nd Birthday a slow thoughtful spontaneous poem I am 32 years old and finally I look my age, if…

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Elegiac Feelings American By Gregory Corso

Elegiac Feelings American 1 How inseparable you and the America you saw yet was never there to see; you and America, like the tree and…

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The Whole Mess… Almost By Gregory Corso

The Whole Mess… Almost I ran up six flights of stairs to my small furnished room opened the window and began throwing out those things…

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Destiny By Gregory Corso

Destiny They deliver the edicts of God without delay And are exempt from apprehension from detention And with their God-given Petasus, Caduceus, and Talaria ferry…

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To A Downfallen Rose By Gregory Corso

To A Downfallen Rose When I laid aside the verses of Mimnermus, I lived a life of canned heat and raw hands, alone, not far…

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Dream Of A Baseball Star By Gregory Corso

Dream of a Baseball Star I dreamed Ted Williams leaning at night against the Eiffel Tower, weeping. He was in uniform and his bat lay…

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Transformation & Escape By Gregory Corso

Transformation & Escape 1 I reached heaven and it was syrupy. It was oppressively sweet. Croaking substances stuck to my knees. Of all substances St….

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Bomb By Gregory Corso

Bomb Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you Do I hate the…

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Last Night I Drove A Car By Gregory Corso

Last Night I Drove A Car Last night I drove a car not knowing how to drive not owning a car I drove and knocked…

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America Politica Historia, In Spontaneity By Gregory Corso

America Politica Historia, In Spontaneity O this political air so heavy with the bells and motors of a slow night, and no place to rest…

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The American Way By Gregory Corso

The American Way 1 I am a great American I am almost nationalistic about it! I love America like a madness! But I am afraid…

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1959 By Gregory Corso

1959 Uncomprising year—I see no meaning to life. Though this abled self is here nonetheless, either in trade gold or grammaticness, I drop the wheelwright’s…

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I Held A Shelley Manuscript By Gregory Corso

I Held A Shelley Manuscript My hands did numb to beauty as they reached into Death and tightened! O sovereign was my touch upon the…

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Birthplace Revisited By Gregory Corso

Birthplace Revisited I stand in the dark light in the dark street and look up at my window, I was born there. The lights are…

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I Am 25 By Gregory Corso

I Am 25 With a love a madness for Shelley Chatterton Rimbaud and the needy-yap of my youth has gone from ear to ear: I…

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Humanity By Gregory Corso

Humanity What simple profundities What profound simplicities To sit down among the trees and breathe with them in murmur brool and breeze — And how…

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