Allen Ginsberg

(3 June 1926 – 5 April 1997 / Newark, New Jersey)

Five A.M. - Poem by Allen Ginsberg

Elan that lifts me above the clouds
into pure space, timeless, yea eternal
Breath transmuted into words
Transmuted back to breath
in one hundred two hundred years
nearly Immortal, Sappho's 26 centuries
of cadenced breathing - beyond time, clocks, empires, bodies, cars,
chariots, rocket ships skyscrapers, Nation empires
brass walls, polished marble, Inca Artwork
of the mind - but where's it come from?
Inspiration? The muses drawing breath for you? God?
Nah, don't believe it, you'll get entangled in Heaven or Hell -
Guilt power, that makes the heart beat wake all night
flooding mind with space, echoing through future cities, Megalopolis or
Cretan village, Zeus' birth cave Lassithi Plains - Otsego County
farmhouse, Kansas front porch?
Buddha's a help, promises ordinary mind no nirvana -
coffee, alcohol, cocaine, mushrooms, marijuana, laughing gas?
Nope, too heavy for this lightness lifts the brain into blue sky
at May dawn when birds start singing on East 12th street -
Where does it come from, where does it go forever? .


Comments about Five A.M. by Allen Ginsberg

  • Gold Star - 6,092 Points Douglas Scotney (11/14/2014 7:05:00 PM)

    you have got the word in there Alan: 'space'. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 202 Points Lenny Gazbowski (11/14/2014 11:20:00 AM)

    Great expansive imagery! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 14,713 Points * Sunprincess * (1/31/2014 3:12:00 AM)

    ......at five a.m. some very entertaining and wonderfully strange with vividly imaginative and sometimes disturbing thoughts can come into anyone's mind....but even more thought provoking is just where do thoughts come from....does anyone know....how does the mind create these thoughts faster than the speed of light... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 2 Points Chris Mendros (10/30/2007 2:39:00 AM)

    A catalog of images stretching far beyond conventional limits.
    Excellent! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points J P Klegg (7/22/2005 7:31:00 PM)

    The Wild Man speaketh. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Edited: Friday, November 14, 2014


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