<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342327" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Supermarket in California</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked down the<br>streets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit<br>supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!<br>What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles<br>full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes! --- and you,<br>Garcia Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons?<br>I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber, poking among the<br>meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boys.<br>I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops? What price<br>bananas? Are you my Angel?<br>I wandered in and out of the brilliant stacks of cans following you, and<br>followed in my imagination by the store detective.<br>We strode down the open corridors together in our solitary fancy tasting<br>artichokes, possessing every frozen delicacy, and never passing the cashier.<br>Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors close in an hour. Which way does<br>your beard point tonight?<br>(I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and feel<br>absurd.)<br>Will we walk all night through solitary streets? The trees add shade to<br>shade, lights out in the houses, we'll both be lonely.<br>Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America of love past blue automobiles in<br>driveways, home to our silent cottage?<br>Ah, dear father, graybeard, lonely old courage-teacher, what America did you<br>have when Charon quit poling his ferry and you got out on a smoking bank and<br>stood watching the boat disappear on the black waters of Lethe?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Allen+Ginsberg">Allen Ginsberg</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342327" data-title="A Supermarket in California de Allen Ginsberg" data-description="What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked down the streets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon. In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit supermarket, dream..."></div> </div> </div>

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