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Written by Allen Ginsberg | Create an image from this poem

The Lion For Real

 "Soyez muette pour moi, Idole contemplative.
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" I came home and found a lion in my living room Rushed out on the fire escape screaming Lion! Lion! Two stenographers pulled their brunnette hair and banged the window shut I hurried home to Patterson and stayed two days Called up old Reichian analyst who'd kicked me out of therapy for smoking marijuana 'It's happened' I panted 'There's a Lion in my living room' 'I'm afraid any discussion would have no value' he hung up I went to my old boyfriend we got drunk with his girlfriend I kissed him and announced I had a lion with a mad gleam in my eye We wound up fighting on the floor I bit his eyebrow he kicked me out I ended up masturbating in his jeep parked in the street moaning 'Lion.
' Found Joey my novelist friend and roared at him 'Lion!' He looked at me interested and read me his spontaneous ignu high poetries I listened for lions all I heard was Elephant Tiglon Hippogriff Unicorn Ants But figured he really understood me when we made it in Ignaz Wisdom's bathroom.
But next day he sent me a leaf from his Smoky Mountain retreat 'I love you little Bo-Bo with your delicate golden lions But there being no Self and No Bars therefore the Zoo of your dear Father hath no lion You said your mother was mad don't expect me to produce the Monster for your Bridegroom.
' Confused dazed and exalted bethought me of real lion starved in his stink in Harlem Opened the door the room was filled with the bomb blast of his anger He roaring hungrily at the plaster walls but nobody could hear outside thru the window My eye caught the edge of the red neighbor apartment building standing in deafening stillness We gazed at each other his implacable yellow eye in the red halo of fur Waxed rhuemy on my own but he stopped roaring and bared a fang greeting.
I turned my back and cooked broccoli for supper on an iron gas stove boilt water and took a hot bath in the old tup under the sink board.
He didn't eat me, tho I regretted him starving in my presence.
Next week he wasted away a sick rug full of bones wheaten hair falling out enraged and reddening eye as he lay aching huge hairy head on his paws by the egg-crate bookcase filled up with thin volumes of Plato, & Buddha.
Sat by his side every night averting my eyes from his hungry motheaten face stopped eating myself he got weaker and roared at night while I had nightmares Eaten by lion in bookstore on Cosmic Campus, a lion myself starved by Professor Kandisky, dying in a lion's flophouse circus, I woke up mornings the lion still added dying on the floor--'Terrible Presence!'I cried'Eat me or die!' It got up that afternoon--walked to the door with its paw on the south wall to steady its trembling body Let out a soul-rending creak from the bottomless roof of his mouth thundering from my floor to heaven heavier than a volcano at night in Mexico Pushed the door open and said in a gravelly voice "Not this time Baby-- but I will be back again.
" Lion that eats my mind now for a decade knowing only your hunger Not the bliss of your satisfaction O roar of the universe how am I chosen In this life I have heard your promise I am ready to die I have served Your starved and ancient Presence O Lord I wait in my room at your Mercy.
Paris, March 1958


Written by Ruth Stone | Create an image from this poem

Spring Beauties

The abandoned campus,
empty brick buildings and early June
when you came to visit me;
crossing the states midway,
the straggled belts of little roads;
hitchhiking with your portable typewriter.
The campus, an academy of trees, under which some hand, the wind's I guess, had scattered the pale light of thousands of spring beauties, petals stained with pink veins; secret, blooming for themselves.
We sat among them.
Your long fingers, thin body, and long bones of improbable genius; some scattered gene as Kafka must have had.
Your deep voice, this passing dust of miracles.
That simple that was myself, half conscious, as though each moment was a page where words appeared; the bent hammer of the type struck against the moving ribbon.
The light air, the restless leaves; the ripple of time warped by our longing.
There, as if we were painted by some unknown impressionist.
Written by Andrew Marvell | Create an image from this poem

A Letter To Doctor Ingelo then With My Lord Whitlock Amba

 Quid facis Arctoi charissime transfuga coeli,
Ingele, proh sero cognite, rapte cito?
Num satis Hybernum defendis pellibus Astrum,
Qui modo tam mollis nec bene firmus eras?
Quae Gentes Hominum, quae sit Natura Locorum,
Sint Homines, potius dic ibi sintre Loca?
Num gravis horrisono Polus obruit omnia lapsu,
Jungitur & praeceps Mundas utraque nive?
An melius canis horrescit Campus Aristis,
Amuius Agricolis & redit Orbe labor?
Incolit, ut fertur, saevam Gens mitior Oram,
Pace vigil, Bello strenua, justa Foro.
Quin ibi sunt Urbes, atque alta Palatia Regum, Musarumque domus, & sua Templa Deo.
Nam regit Imperio populum Christina ferocem, Et dare jura potest regia Virgo viris.
Utque trahit rigidum Magnes Aquilone Metallum, Gandet eam Soboles ferrea sponte sequii.
Dic quantum liceat fallaci credere Famae, Invida num taceat plura, sonet ve loquax.
At, si vera fides, Mundi melioris ab ortu, Saecula Christinae nulla tulere parem.
Ipsa licet redeat (nostri decus orbis) Eliza, Qualis nostra tamen quantaque Eliza fuit.
Vidimus Effigiem, mistasque Coloribus Umbras: Sic quoque Sceptripotens, sic quoque visa Dea.
Augustam decorant (raro concordia) frontem Majestas & Amor, Forma Pudorque simul.
Ingens Virgineo spirat Gustavus in ore: Agnoscas animos, fulmineumque Patrem.
Nulla suo nituit tam lucida Stella sub Axe; Non Ea quae meruit Crimine Nympha Polum.
Ah quoties pavidum demisit conscia Lumen, Utque suae timuit Parrhasis Ora Deae! Et, simulet falsa ni Pictor imagine Vultus, Delia tam similis nec fuit ipsa sibi.
Ni quod inornati Triviae sint forte Capilli, Sollicita sed buic distribuantur Acu.
Scilicet ut nemo est illa reverentior aequi; Haud ipsas igitur fert sine Lege Comas.
Gloria sylvarum pariter communis utrique Est, & perpetuae Virginitatis Honos.
Sic quoque Nympharum supereminet Agmina collo, Fertque Choros Cynthi per Juga, per Nives.
Haud aliter pariles Ciliorum contrahit Arcus Acribus ast Oculis tela subesse putes.
Luminibus dubites an straverit illa Sagittis Quae foret exuviis ardua colla Feram.
Alcides humeros coopertus pelle Nemaea Haud ita labentis sustulit Orbis Onus.
Heu quae Cervices subnectunt Pectora tales.
Frigidiora Gelu, candidiora Nive.
Caetera non licuit, sed vix ea tota, videre; Nam chau fi rigido stant Adamante Sinus.
Seu chlamys Artifici nimium succurrerit auso, Sicque imperfectum fugerit impar Opus: Sive tribus spernat Victrix certare Deabus, Et pretium formae nec spoliata ferat.
Junonis properans & clara Trophaea Minervae; Mollia nam Veneris praemia nosse piget.
Hinc neque consuluit fugitivae prodiga Formae, Nectimuit seris invigilasse Libris.
Insommem quoties Nymphae monuere sequaces Decedet roseis heu color ille Genis.
Jamque vigil leni cessit Philomela sopori, Omnibus & Sylvis conticuere Ferae.
Acrior illa tamen pergit, Curasque fatigat: Tanti est doctorum volvere scripta Virum.
Et liciti quae sint moderamina discere Regni, Quid fuerit, quid sit, noscere quicquid erit.
Sic quod in ingenuas Gothus peccaverit Artes Vindicat, & studiis expiat Una suis.
Exemplum dociles imitantur nobile Gentes, Et geminis Infans imbuit Ora sonis.
Transpositos Suecis credas migrasse Latinos, Carmine Romuleo sic strepit omne Nemus.
Upsala nec priscis impar memoratur Athenis, Aegidaque & Currus hic sua Pallas habet.
Illinc O quales liceat sperasse Liquores, Quum Dea praesideat fontibus ipsa sacris! Illic Lacte ruant illic & flumina Melle, Fulvaque inauratam tingat Arena Salam.
Upsalides Musae nunc & majora conemus, Quaeque mihi Famae non levis Aura tulit.
Creditur haud ulli Christus signasse suorum Occultam gemina de meliore Notam.
Quemque tenet charo descriptum Nomine semper, Non minus exculptum Pectore fida refert.
Sola haec virgineas depascit Flamma Medullas, Et licito pergit solvere corda foco.
Tu quoque Sanctorum fastos Christina sacrabis, Unica nec Virgo Volsiniensis erit.
Discite nunc Reges (Majestas proxima coelo) Discite proh magnos hinc coluisse Deos.
Ah pudeat Tanitos puerilia fingere coepta, Nugas nescio quas, & male quaerere Opes.
Acer Equo cunctos dum praeterit illa Britanno, Et pecoris spolium nescit inerme sequi.
Ast Aquilam poscit Germano pellere Nido, Deque Palatino Monte fugare Lupam.
Vos etiam latos in praedam jungite Campos, Impiaque arctatis cingite Lustra Plagis.
Victor Oliverus nudum Caput exerit Armis, Ducere sive sequi nobile laetus Iter.
Qualis jam Senior Solymae Godfredus ad Arces, Spina cui canis floruit alba comis.
Et lappos Christina potest & solvere Finnos, Ultima quos Boreae carcere Claustra premunt.
Aeoliis quales Venti fremuere sub antris, Et tentant Montis corripuisse moras.
Hanc Dea si summa demiserit Arce procellam Quam gravis Austriacis Hesperiisque cadat! Omnia sed rediens olim narraveris Ipse; Nec reditus spero tempora longa petit.
Non ibi lenta pigro stringuntur frigore Verba, Solibus, & tandem Vere liquanda novo.
Sed radiis hyemem Regina potentior urit; Haecque magis solvit, quam ligat illa Polum.
Dicitur & nostros moerens andisse Labores, Fortis & ingenuam Gentis amasse Fidem.
Oblatae Batavam nec paci commodat Aurem; Nec versat Danos insidiosa dolos.
Sed pia festinat mutatis Foedera rebus, Et Libertatem quae dominatur amat.
Digna cui Salomon meritos retulisset honores, Et Saba concretum Thure cremasset Iter.
Hanc tua, sed melius, celebraverit, Ingele, Musa; Et labor est vestrae debitus ille Lyrae.
Nos sine te frustra Thamisis saliceta subimus, Sparsaque per steriles Turba vagamur Agros.
Et male tentanti querulum respondet Avena: Quin & Rogerio dissiluere fides.
Haec tamen absenti memores dictamus Amico, Grataque speramus qualiacumque fore.