Gregory Corso Love Poems

  • 1.
    1
    I am a great American
    I am almost nationalistic about it!
    I love America like a madness!
    ...
  • 2.
    Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb
    Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you
    Do I hate the mischievous thunderbolt the jawbone of an ass
    The bumpy club of One Million B.C. the mace the flail the axe
    ...
  • 3.
    a slow thoughtful spontaneous poem


    I am 32 years old
    ...
  • 4.
    With a love a madness for Shelley
    Chatterton Rimbaud
    and the needy-yap of my youth
    has gone from ear to ear:
    ...
  • 5.
    niverse Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you
    Do I hate the mischievous thunderbolt the jawbone of an ass
    The bumpy club of One Million B.C. the mace the flail the axe
    Catapult Da Vinci tomahawk Cochise flintlock Kidd dagger Rathbone
    ...
  • 6.
    I ran up six flights of stairs
    to my small furnished room
    opened the window
    and began throwing out
    ...
  • 7.
    O this political air so heavy with the bells
    and motors of a slow night, and no place to rest
    but rain to walkâ??How it rings the Washington streets!
    The umbrellaâ??d congressmen; the rapping tires
    ...
  • 8.
    1
    How inseparable you and the America you saw yet was never
    there to see; you and America, like the tree and the
    ground, are one the same; yet how like a palm tree
    ...
  • 9.
    Should I get married? Should I be Good?
    Astound the girl next door with my velvet suit and faustaus hood?
    Don't take her to movies but to cemeteries
    tell all about werewolf bathtubs and forked clarinets
    ...
Total 9 Love Poems by Gregory Corso

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