Gregory Corso poems

Gregory Corso(26 March 1930 - 17 January 2001 / New York City, New York)
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I Held A Shelley Manuscript

- by Gregory Corso 66

My hands did numb to beauty
as they reached into Death and tightened!

O sovereign was my touch
upon the tan-inks's fragile page!

Quickly, my eyes moved quickly,
sought for smell for dust for lace
for dry hair!

I would have taken the page
breathing in the crime!
For no evidence have I wrung from dreams--
yet what triumph is there in private credence?

Often, in some steep ancestral book,
when I find myself entangled with leopard-apples
and torched-skin mushrooms,
my cypressean skein outreaches the recorded age
and I, as though tipping a pitcher of milk,
pour secrecy upon the dying page.

Last Night I Drove A Car

- by Gregory Corso 55

Last night I drove a car

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