Fourth Floor, Dawn, Up All Night Writing Letters

Allen Ginsberg

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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!

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  • virgiexof693749

    WOW JUST READ THIS POEM BY ALLEN GINSBERG, KINDA COOL BUT HAD TO READ IT FOR SCHOOL THO. PRETTY NEAT HOW HE TALKS ABOUT THE CITY AND STUFF.