Ted Berrigan

(15 November 1934 – 4 July 1983 / Providence, Rhode Island)

Ted Berrigan Poems

1. To Southhampton 2/9/2012
2. Remembered Poem 4/20/2010
3. New Personal Poem 10/29/2015
4. Today's News 2/9/2012
5. Sunday Morning 2/9/2012
6. Wrong Train 2/9/2012
7. 10 Things I Do Every Day 4/20/2010
8. Sonnet #13 4/20/2010
9. In The Wheel 4/20/2010
10. Things To Do On Speed 2/9/2012
11. Easter Monday [excerpt] 2/9/2012
12. Things To Do In New York (City) 2/9/2012
13. Ophelia 4/20/2010
14. It's Important 4/20/2010
15. Buddha On The Bounty 4/20/2010
16. Red Shift 4/20/2010
17. Personal Poem #9 2/9/2012
18. Sonnet #15 4/20/2010
19. Little Travelogue 4/20/2010
20. 3 Pages 2/9/2012
21. Chinese Nightingale 4/20/2010
22. Last Poem 4/20/2010
23. Frank O'Hara 2/9/2012
24. A Certain Slant Of Sunlight 1/20/2003
Best Poem of Ted Berrigan

A Certain Slant Of Sunlight

In Africa the wine is cheap, and it is
on St. Mark's Place too, beneath a white moon.
I'll go there tomorrow, dark bulk hooded
against what is hurled down at me in my no hat
which is weather: the tall pretty girl in the print dress
under the fur collar of her cloth coat will be standing
by the wire fence where the wild flowers grow not too tall
her eyes will be deep brown and her hair styled 1941 American
will be too; but
I'll be shattered by then
But now I'm not and can also picture white clouds
impossibly high in blue sky over small boy heartbroken
to be ...

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Chinese Nightingale

We are involved in a transpersonified state
Revolution, which is turning yourself around
I am asleep next to 'The Hulk'. 'The Hulk' often sleeps
While I am awake & vice-versa. Life is less than ideal
For a monkey in love with a nymphomaniac! God is fired!
Do I need the moon to remain free? To explode softly
In a halo of moon rays? Do I need to be
On my human feet, straight, talking, free
Will sleep cure the deaf-mute's heartbreak? Am I

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