Photographs of Allen Ginsberg at the Grey Gallery, NYC
Photographs of young people
growing old are like lights on
in a tall building
and the sun still in the sky.
It is a very special melancholy
to be replaced on the streets
surrounded on all sides
by windows
—a break to text
are you high?
—good—the Ginsberg
photos are great—
they are much better
than this poem—
where a traveler takes
a self-portrait
beneath the arch.
And yet there is something
about a photograph
that poisons the heart.
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