Allen Ginsberg - Feb. 29, 1958

Allen Ginsberg - Feb. 29, 1958

Last nite I dreamed of T.S. Eliot br welcoming me to the land of dream br Sofas couches fog in England br Tea in his digs Chelsea rainbows br curtains on his windows, fog seeping in br the chimney but a nice warm house br and an incredibly sweet hooknosed br Eliot he loved me, put me up, br gave me a couch to sleep on, br conversed kindly, took me serious br asked my opinion on Mayakovsky br I read him Corso Creeley Kerouac br advised Burroughs Olson Huncke br the bearded lady in the Zoo, the br intelligent puma in Mexico City br 6 chorus boys from Zanzibar br who chanted in wornout polygot br Swahili, and the rippling rythyms br of Ma Rainey and Vachel Lindsay. br On the Isle of the Queen br we had a long evening's conversation br Then he tucked me in my long br red underwear under a silken br blanket by the fire on the sofa br gave me English Hottie br and went off sadly to his bed, br Saying ah Ginsberg I am glad br to have met a fine young man like you. br At last, I woke ashamed of myself. br Is he that good and kind? Am I that great? br What's my motive dreaming his br manna? What English Department br would that impress? What failure br to be perfect prophet's made up here? br I dream of my kindness to T.S. Eliot br wanting to be a historical poet br and share in his finance of Imagery- br overambitious dream of eccentric boy. br God forbid my evil dreams come true. br Last nite I dreamed of Allen Ginsberg. br T.S. Eliot would've been ashamed of me.


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