Fourth Floor, Dawn, Up All Night Writing Letters

Pigeons shake their wings on the copper church roof
out my window across the street, a bird perched on the cross
surveys the city's blue-grey clouds. Larry Rivers
'll come at 10 AM and take my picture. I'm taking
your picture, pigeons. I'm writing you down, Dawn.
I'm immortalizing your exhaust, Avenue A bus.
O Thought, now you'll have to think the same thing forever!

by Allen Ginsberg

Comments (4)

Goog poem. Have a nice day. Perfect...
Goog poem. Have a nice day.
what a master piece greatly ochestrated poem keep up the good work Mr Ginsberg
Like the simplicity of this poem