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What’s your favorite poem? That’s the question we’re answering this week. Those of you who have followed me for awhile know that I’ve written a bit of poetry myself. I’ve also read a lot of other poets’ work and I own more than the normal amount of poetry books. (Poetry books used to be my go-to answer about what gift to buy me.) It’s going to be difficult to narrow it down to one poem. So I won’t!<\/p>\n

I’m not sure who introduced me to Dylan Thomas’s work, but I’ve run into it time  and time again throughout my life. Although this one is well-known, it remains one of my favorites.<\/p>\n

Do not go gentle into that good night<\/p>\n

Dylan Thomas, 1914 – 1953<\/p>\n

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<\/p>\n

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.<\/p>\n

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<\/p>\n

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.<\/p>\n

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<\/p>\n

It still amazes me how the poet was able to express such strong emotion while still sticking with an extremely strict form. I still get chills reading it.<\/p>\n

For the next poem, I debated between Allen Ginsberg and Jack Kerouac, both masters of free-form poetry. The margins and indentation of Howl don’t format well on this blog space, so I’m giving you America by Ginsberg instead.<\/p>\n

America
BY ALLEN GINSBERG<\/p>\n

America I\u2019ve given you all and now I\u2019m nothing.
America two dollars and twentyseven cents January 17, 1956.
I can\u2019t stand my own mind.
America when will we end the human war?
Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb.
I don\u2019t feel good don\u2019t bother me.
I won\u2019t write my poem till I\u2019m in my right mind.
America when will you be angelic?
When will you take off your clothes?
When will you look at yourself through the grave?
When will you be worthy of your million Trotskyites?
America why are your libraries full of tears?
America when will you send your eggs to India?
I\u2019m sick of your insane demands.
When can I go into the supermarket and buy what I need with my good looks?
America after all it is you and I who are perfect not the next world.
Your machinery is too much for me.
You made me want to be a saint.
There must be some other way to settle this argument.
Burroughs is in Tangiers I don\u2019t think he\u2019ll come back it\u2019s sinister.
Are you being sinister or is this some form of practical joke?
I\u2019m trying to come to the point.
I refuse to give up my obsession.
America stop pushing I know what I\u2019m doing.
America the plum blossoms are falling.
I haven\u2019t read the newspapers for months, everyday somebody goes on trial for murder.
America I feel sentimental about the Wobblies.
America I used to be a communist when I was a kid I\u2019m not sorry.
I smoke marijuana every chance I get.
I sit in my house for days on end and stare at the roses in the closet.
When I go to Chinatown I get drunk and never get laid.
My mind is made up there\u2019s going to be trouble.
You should have seen me reading Marx.
My psychoanalyst thinks I\u2019m perfectly right.
I won\u2019t say the Lord\u2019s Prayer.
I have mystical visions and cosmic vibrations.
America I still haven\u2019t told you what you did to Uncle Max after he came over from Russia.
I\u2019m addressing you.
Are you going to let your emotional life be run by Time Magazine?
I\u2019m obsessed by Time Magazine.
I read it every week.
Its cover stares at me every time I slink past the corner candystore.
I read it in the basement of the Berkeley Public Library.
It\u2019s always telling me about responsibility. Businessmen are serious. Movie producers are serious. Everybody\u2019s serious but me.
It occurs to me that I am America.
I am talking to myself again.<\/p>\n

Asia is rising against me.
I haven\u2019t got a chinaman\u2019s chance.
I\u2019d better consider my national resources.
My national resources consist of two joints of marijuana millions of genitals an unpublishable private literature that jetplanes 1400 miles an hour and twentyfive-thousand mental institutions.
I say nothing about my prisons nor the millions of underprivileged who live in my flowerpots under the light of five hundred suns.
I have abolished the whorehouses of France, Tangiers is the next to go.
My ambition is to be President despite the fact that I\u2019m a Catholic.<\/p>\n

America how can I write a holy litany in your silly mood?
I will continue like Henry Ford my strophes are as individual as his automobiles more so they\u2019re all different sexes.
America I will sell you strophes $2500 apiece $500 down on your old strophe
America free Tom Mooney
America save the Spanish Loyalists
America Sacco & Vanzetti must not die
America I am the Scottsboro boys.
America when I was seven momma took me to Communist Cell meetings they sold us garbanzos a handful per ticket a ticket costs a nickel and the speeches were free everybody was angelic and sentimental about the workers it was all so sincere you have no idea what a good thing the party was in 1835 Scott Nearing was a grand old man a real mensch Mother Bloor the Silk-strikers\u2019 Ewig-Weibliche made me cry I once saw the Yiddish orator Israel Amter plain. Everybody must have been a spy.
America you don\u2019t really want to go to war.
America its them bad Russians.
Them Russians them Russians and them Chinamen. And them Russians.
The Russia wants to eat us alive. The Russia\u2019s power mad. She wants to take our cars from out our garages.
Her wants to grab Chicago. Her needs a Red Reader\u2019s Digest. Her wants our auto plants in Siberia. Him big bureaucracy running our fillingstations.
That no good. Ugh. Him make Indians learn read. Him need big black niggers. Hah. Her make us all work sixteen hours a day. Help.
America this is quite serious.
America this is the impression I get from looking in the television set.
America is this correct?
I\u2019d better get right down to the job.
It\u2019s true I don\u2019t want to join the Army or turn lathes in precision parts factories, I\u2019m nearsighted and psychopathic anyway.
America I\u2019m putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.<\/p>\n

Berkeley, January 17, 1956<\/p>\n

If you’ve hung in so far, here’s one more.<\/p>\n

Ain’T I A Woman? – Poem by Sojourner Truth<\/p>\n

Wall, chilern,
whar dar is so much racket
dar must be somethin’ out o’ kilter.
I tink dat ‘twixt de nigger of de Souf
and de womin at de Norf,
all talkin’ ’bout rights,
de white men will be in a fix pretty soon.
But what’s all dis here talkin’ ’bout?<\/p>\n

Dat man ober dar say
dat womin needs to be helped into carriages,
and lifted ober ditches,
and to hab de best place everywhar.
Nobody eber halps me into carriages,
or ober mudpuddles,
or gibs me any best place!
And ar’n’t I a woman?<\/p>\n

Look at me!
Look at my arm!
I have ploughed,
and planted,
and gathered into barns,
and no man could head me!
And ar’n’t I a woman?<\/p>\n

I could work as much
and eat as much as a man —
when I could get it —
and bear de lash as well!
And ar’n’t’ I a woman?<\/p>\n

I have borne thirteen chilern,
and seen ’em mos’ all sold off to slavery,
and when I cried out with my mother’s grief,
none but Jesus heard me!
And ar’n’t I a woman?<\/p>\n

Den dey talks ’bout dis ting in de head;
what dis dey call it?
‘Intellect,’
(whispered someone near).
Dat’s it, honey.
What’s dat got to do wid womin’s rights
or nigger’s rights?
If my cup won’t hold but a pint,
and yourn holds a quart,
wouldn’t ye be mean
not to let me have my little half-measure full?<\/p>\n

Den dat little man in black dar,
he say women can’t have as much rights as men,
’cause Christ wan’t a woman!
Whar did your Christ come from?
Whar did your Christ come from?
From God and a woman!
Man had nothin’ to do wid Him.<\/p>\n

If de fust woman God ever made
was strong enough to turn de world upside down
all alone,
dese women togedder ought to be able to turn it back, and get it right side up again!
And now dey is asking to do it,
de men better let ’em.<\/p>\n

Bleeged to ye for hearin’ on me,
and now ole Sojourner
han’t got nothin’ more to say.’
Sojourner Truth<\/p>\n

Now I’m off to see find out what everyone else’s favorite poems are!<\/p>\n

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