[00:00.000] 作曲 : Ginsberg
[00:00.000] Transcription of Organ Music
[00:05.092] The flower in the glass peanut bottle formerly in the kitchen crooked to take a place in the light,
[00:12.308] The closet door opened, because I used it before,
[00:16.218] it kindly stayed open waiting for me, its owner.
[00:23.430] I began to feel my misery in pallet on floor, listening to music,
[00:27.536] my misery, that's why I want to sing.
[00:31.198] The room closed down on me, I expected the presence of the Creator,
[00:36.317] I saw my gray painted walls and ceiling, they contained my room,
[00:41.411] they contained me as the sky contained my garden,
[00:45.968] I opened my door
[00:48.493] The rambler vine climbed up the cottage post,
[00:51.778] the leaves in the night still where the day had placed them,
[00:54.908] the animal heads of the flowers where they had arisen to think at the sun
[00:59.661] Can I bring back the words?
[01:03.818] Will thought of transcription haze my mental open eye?
[01:08.192] The kindly search for growth, the gracious desire to exist of the flowers,
[01:14.731] my near ecstasy at existing among them
[01:18.071] The privilege to witness my existence-you too must seek the sun...
[01:24.359] My books piled up before me for my use
[01:27.536] waiting in space where I placed them,
[01:30.497] they haven't disappeared,
[01:32.202] time's left its remnants and qualities for me to use--my words piled up,
[01:37.092] my texts, my manuscripts, my loves.
[01:40.853] I had a moment of clarity,
[01:43.140] saw the feeling in the heart of things,
[01:45.532] walked out to the garden crying.
[01:48.403] Saw the red blossoms in the night light, sun's gone,
[01:52.289] they had all grown, in a moment,
[01:54.513] and were waiting stopped in time for the day sun to come and give them...
[02:00.770] Flowers which as in a dream at sunset I watered faithfully not knowing how much I loved them.
[02:09.611] I am so lonely in my glory--except they too out there--
[02:14.383] I looked up--those red bush blossoms beckoning and peering in the window waiting in the blind love,
[02:21.093] their leaves too have hope and are upturned top flat to the sky to receive--
[02:26.360] all creation open to receive--the flat earth itself.
[02:31.839] The music descends, as does the tall bending stalk of the heavy blossom,
[02:36.929] because it has to, to stay alive, to continue to the last drop of joy.
[02:41.738] The world knows the love that's in its breast as in the flower, the suffering lonely world.
[02:47.735] The Father is merciful.
[02:50.541] The light socket is crudely attached to the ceiling, after the house was built,
[02:55.138] to receive a plug which sticks in it alright, and serves my phonograph now...
[03:01.494] The closet door is open for me, where I left it, since I left it open, it has graciously stayed open.
[03:08.549] The kitchen has no door, the hole there will admit me should I wish to enter the kitchen.
[03:14.164] I remember when I first got laid,
[03:16.350] H.P. graciously took my cherry,
[03:19.698] I sat on the docks of Provincetown, age 23, joyful, elevated in hope with the Father,
[03:26.196] the door to the womb was open to admit me if I wished to enter.
[03:31.133] There are unused electricity plugs all over my house if I ever need them.
[03:35.518] The kitchen window is open, to admit air...
[03:38.595] The telephone--sad to relate--sits on the floor--
[03:42.039] I haven't the money to get it connected--
[03:45.262] I want people to bow as they see me and say he is gifted with poetry,
[03:50.302] he has seen the presence of the Creator
[03:52.972] And the Creator gave me a shot of his presence to gratify my wish,
[03:58.060] so as not to cheat me of my yearning for him.