Beat (12)

"See it was like this when" - a poem by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

See
it was like this when
we waltz into this place.
A couple of papish cats
is doing an Aztec two-step
And I says
Dad let’s cut
but then this dame
comes up behind me see
and says
you and me could really exist
Wow I says
Only the next day
she has bad teeth
and really hates
poetry

Beat (10)

Number 8 - a poem by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

It was a face which darkness could kill
in an instant
a face as easily hurtby laughter or light

'We think differently at night'
she told me once
lying back languidly

And she would quote Cocteau'

I feel there is an angel in me' she'd say'
whom I am constantly shocking'

Then she would smile and look away
light a cigarette for mesigh and rise

and stretch
her sweet anatomy

let fall a stocking

Beat (9)

Driving a cardboard automobile without a license - a poem by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Driving a cardboard automobile without a license
at the turn of the century
my father ran into my mother
on a fun-ride at Coney Island
having spied each other eating
in a French boardinghouse nearby
And having decided right there and then
that she was right for him entirely
he followed her into
the playland of that evening
where the headlong meeting
of their ephemeral flesh on wheels
hurtled them forever together

And I now in the back seat
of their eternity
reaching out to embrace them

Beat (6)

"Yes" - a poem by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Yes
And we stood about
up in Central Park
dropping coins in the fountains
and a harlequin
came naked among
the nursemaids
and caught them picking their noses
when they should have been
dancing

Beat (4)

"The Plough Of Time" - a poem by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Night closed my windows and

The sky became a crystal house

The crystal windows glowed

The moon

shown through them

through the whole house of crystal

A single star beamed down

its crystal cable

and drew a plough through the earth

unearthing bodies clasped together

couples embracing

around the earth

They clung together everywhere

emitting small cries

that did not reach the stars

The crystal earth turned

and the bodies with it

And the sky did not turn

nor the stars with it

The stars remained fixed

each with its crystal cable

beamed to earth

each attached to the immense plough

furrowing our lives

Beat (1)

Dove sta amore

Where lies love

Dove sta amore

Here lies love

The ring dove love

In lyrical delight

Hear love's hillsong

Love's true willsong

Love's low plainsong

Too sweet painsong

In passages of night

Dove sta amore

Here lies love

The ring dove love

Dove sta amore

Here lies love

"Dove Sta Amore" - a poem by Lawrence Ferlinghetti