Sunday, April 10, 2005

A Western Ballad

by Allen Ginsberg

When I died, love, when I died
my heart was broken in your care;
I never suffered love so fair
as now I suffer and abide
when I died, love, when I died.

When I died, love, when I died
I wearied in an endless maze
that men have walked for centuries,
as endless as the gate was wide
when I died, love, when I died.

When I died, love, when I died
there was a war in the upper air:
all that happens, happens there;
there was an angel by my side
when I died, love, when I died.

Collected Poems 1947-1980

As much as I like it, I sometimes think Howl overshadowed other, better poems by Ginsburg, such as a "A Western Ballad."

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Why read fhb? You learn new things every day. Like this one--something I'd never guess Ginsburg wrote, and beautiful--interwoven, as it is, with shadows and light. :-)! Your anon. fan