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."
Sunday, April 10, 2005
A Western Ballad
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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
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