Allen Ginsberg – Fourth Floor, Down, Up All Night Writing Letters

Fourth Floor, Dawn, Up All Night Writing Letters

Pigeons shake their wings on the copper church roof

out my window across the street, a bird perched on the cross

surveys the city’s blue-grey clouds. Larry Rivers

‘ll come at 10 AM and take my picture. I’m taking

your picture, pigeons. I’m writing you down, Dawn.

I’m immortalizing your exhaust, Avenue A bus.

O Thought! Now you’ll have to think the same thing forever!

New York, June 7, 1980, 6:48 A.M.