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Ginsberg (1926-1997) 

  The limp sunflowers from Wai-Ora, we tossed out.
The day of the tranquil lion, the bee's face, done.

I saw you, last year, in London: old, dying, young.
Royal Albert Hall, thirty years on from '66.
Ten down the road from printing 'Howl'.
A lifetime free from peddling Ipana toothpaste blurbs.

Singing, chanting, swaying: a Hassid gone astray.
And for that last polemic NY ballad, McCartney.
McCartney on bass, backing the last of the Beats

óJeffrey Paparoa Holman 
   © 1997