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Слушать(AI)In Back Of The Real
railroad yard in San Jose I wandered desolate in front of a tank factory and sat on a bench near the switchman's shack.
A flower lay on the hay on the asphalt highway —the dread hay flower I thought—It had a brittle black stem and corolla of yellowish dirty spikes like Jesus' inchlong crown, and a soiled dry center cotton tuft like a used shaving brush that's been lying under the garage for a year.
Yellow, yellow flower, and flower of industry, tough spiky ugly flower, flower nonetheless, with the form of the great yellow Rose in your brain!
This is the flower of the World.
Allen Ginsberg
Irwin Allen Ginsberg (June 3, 1926 – April 5, 1997) was an American poet and writer. As a student at Columbia University in the 1940s, he began
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