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WAITING HAIKU
by Jack Kerouac

Waiting for the leaves
to fall —
There goes one! 

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AUTUMN WIND
by Jack Kerouac

Bird bath thrashing
by itself —
Autumn wind.

Photo by Paul Hamilton.

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AUTUMN HAIKU
by Jack Kerouac

Cool sunny autumn day,
I’ll mow the lawn
one last time

Photo by Gry Thunes. 

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I Tell You It Is October! (Excerpt)
by Jack Kerouac

There’s something olden and golden and lost
In the strange ancestral light,
There’s something tender and loving and sad
In October’s copper might.

End of something, old, old, old…
Always missing, sad, sad, sad…
Saying something…love, love, love…

Akh! I tell you it is October,
And I defy you now and always
To deny there is not love

Staring foolishly at skies
Whose beauty but God defies.

For in October’s ancient glow
A little after dusk
Love strides through the meadow
Dropping her burnished husk…

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“I Tell You It Is October” appears in Jack Kerouac Collected Poems, a 700+-page collection of Kerouac’s poetry published by The Library of America in 2012, available at Amazon.com.

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THERE ARE THOSE WHO LOVE TO GET DIRTY
by Gary Snyder

There are those who love to get dirty
and fix things.
They drink coffee at dawn,
beer after work,

And those who stay clean,
just appreciate things,
At breakfast they have milk
and juice at night.

There are those who do both,
they drink tea.

Photo: “Sara’s Dirty Hand Holding a Coffee Cup” by Benjamin Stone

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COOL CLAY
by Gary Snyder

In a swarm of yellowjackets
a squirrel drinks water
feet in the cool clay, head way down

Photo: Shirley Leighton, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

“Cool Clay” is found in Gary Snyder‘s 2004 collection DANGER ON PEAKS, published by Shoemaker Hoard, available at Amazon.com.

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AUTUMN HAIKU
by Allen Ginsberg

I didn’t know the names
of the flowers — now
my garden is gone. 

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RAIN HAIKU
by Allen Ginsberg

On the porch
in my shorts
auto lights in the rain. 

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SHAVING HAIKU
by Allen Ginsberg

I quit shaving
but the eyes that glanced at me
remained in the mirror.

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PORTLAND COLISEUM
by Allen Ginsberg

A brown piano in diamond
white spotlight
Leviathan auditorium
iron run wired
hanging organs, vox
black battery
A single whistling sound of ten thousand children’s
larynxes asinging
pierce the ears
and following up the belly
bliss the moment arrived
 
Apparition, four brown English
jacket christhair boys
Goofed Ringo battling bright
white drums
Silent George hair patient
Soul horse
Short black-skulled Paul
with the guitar
Lennon the Captain, his mouth
a triangular smile,
all jump together to End
some tearful memory song
ancient-two years,
The million children
the thousand words
bounce in their seats, bash
each other’s sides, press
legs together nervous
Scream again & claphand
become one Animal
in the New World Auditorium
—hands waving myriad
snakes of thought
screetch beyond hearing
 
while a line of police with
folded arms stands
Sentry to contain the red
sweatered ecstasy
that rises upward to the
wired roof.

– August 27, 1965

“Portland Coliseum” by Allen Ginsberg commemorates the Beatles’ appearance in Portland, Oregon, on August 22, 1965. The poem is found in READ THE BEATLES: Classic and New Writing on the Beatles, Their Legacy, and Why They Still Matter (Penguin, 2006), available at Amazon.com.

Photo: The Beatles performing “I’m Down” in Portand, Oregon, on August 22, 1965 (Bob Boris, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED)