Ginsberg-esque Winter Poem

Many of the phenomena of Winter are suggestive of an inexpressible tenderness and fragile delicacy. We are accustomed to hear this king described as a rude and boisterous tyrant; but with the gentleness of a lover he adorns the tresses of Summer.

— Henry David Thoreau

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The world is a mountain of shit, if it’s going to be removed, it has to be removed by handfuls.

— Allen Ginsberg

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winter

in a star

 

grimly flying past

 

with plentiful abandon

 

 

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winter

strikes out

 

these countenances

 

clouds swiftly passing over

 

 

 

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winter

in his skull

kind heart in a TV dinner

listless memories in a styrofoam cup

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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winter

 

germinating

imperceptibly

thoughtful angels of languid desire

 

 

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winter

in the sun

 

your loved ones hiding

 

while the crowd watched

 

 

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winter

 

vengeful female

 

some boy’s dog

leaves

 

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http://www.allenginsberg.org/

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“I admire Ginsberg as a poet, despite the fact that he seems not to know when he is being good and when he is bad. But he will last, or at least those poems will last.”

 

— Leslie Fiedler

 

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Peter Bies © 2009

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