Ginsberg
(1926-1997)
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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
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—Jeffrey Paparoa Holman
© 1997
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