May 17, 2007 10:51
"And how Death is that remedy all singers dream of,
sing, remember, prophesy as in the Hebrew Anthem,
or the Buddhist Book of Answers--and my own imagination
of a withered leaf--at dawn--
Dreaming back thru life, Your time--and mine
accelerating toward Apocalypse,
the final moment--the flower burning in the Day--
and what comes after,
looking back on the mind itself that saw an American city
a flash away, and the great dream of Me or China, or you
and a phantom Russia, or a crumpled bed
that never existed--
like a poem in the dark--escaped back to Oblivion--"
a selection of Kaddish by Allen Ginsburg