by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Driving a cardboard automobile without a license
at the turn of the century
my father ran into my mother
on a fun-ride at Coney Island… 78 altre parole
And one last stop before I head back to London, the tremendous City Lights. Get that Telegraph broadsheet! Alternate poetry universe or what? Leaving aside everything Ferlinghetti has done for literature and freedom of speech, any book store that provides a poetry armchair, plus the biggest dictionary I’ve ever seen to leaf through, is to be sung of. Here’s to another 60 years.