Collected Poems 1947-1997 - Ginsberg Allen. Страница 219

But I can’t get it up

                         too timid and shy

Growing old in my heaven

                         Singing blues in the sky

Nothing here to complain of

                         White clouds in the sun

Peace in my heart

                         Empty sky Everyone

But earth I look down on

                         Turns round misery

Green dollars fat

                         with the war industry

Mankind’s great delusions

                         Scrape sky with red rage

Build bombs out of Atoms

                         to blast out the words on this page

Majestical jailhouse

                         our Joy’s in the Cage

Hearts full of hatred

                         will outlast my old age

*   *   *

My mother has perished

                         my father’s long dead

I have a sweet brother

                         healed the pain in his head

I’m going to the Apple

                         to eat with my friends

While the radio chatters

                         what the President intends

Down there Mississippi

                         Minneapolis near

Farms and green comforts

                         of the Northern Hemisphere

While Earth’s hundred millions

                         Chew miserable clay

Old African kingdoms

                         Starve this century

I’ll read in the papers

                         more deaths in Iran

Jahweh rules Israel

                         Tanks in Afghanistan

Martial Law rules Gdansk

                         and the old Viet-Nam War

Murders Indians in Guatemala

                         and burns down El Salvador

London and Belfast

                         Los Angeles and Prague

Tel Aviv & Moscow

                         sit in their smog

Phnom Penh’s red ruin

                         was Washington’s pride

Hanoi hates Peking

                         where the God Mao has died

I’m alone in the sky

                         where there’s nothing to lose

The Sun’s not eternal

                         That’s why there’s the blues

Majestical jailhouse

                         our Joy’s in the Cage

Hearts full of hatred

                         will outlast my old age

*   *   *

Turn round in the sunset

                         over Manhattan isle

Newark was my birthplace

                         under the wing for a while

Green gastanks of Kearny

                         Smog brown in the sky

Seven million black men and white

                         live here and die

Come down over Harlem

                         red buildings stand still

Dusk light gleams their windows

                         wheels bound on the landfill

Sky streaked with jet streams

                         black clouds in the west

In the Lower East Side

                         I’ll go take my rest.

October 30, 1981

DO THE MEDITATION ROCK

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Copyright © 1986 by May King Poetry Music Inc., Allen Ginsberg

Do the Meditation Rock*

Tune: I fought the Dharma, and the Dharma won

If you want to learn

I’ll tell you now

I’ll tell you how

it’s just that great

If you are an old

or a lama who lives

The first thing you do

is keep your spine

Sit yourself down

or sit in a chair

how to meditate

’cause it’s never too late

’cause I can’t wait

that it’s never too late

fraud like me

in Eternity

when you meditate

your backbone straight

on a pillow on the ground

if the ground isn’t there

Do the meditation          Do the meditation

     Learn a little Patience and Generosity

Follow your breath out

and sit there steady

Follow your breath right

follow it out

Follow your breath

to the thought of yr death

Follow your breath

whatever you think

open your eyes

& sit there wise