作曲 : Ginsberg
 A Strange New Cottage in Berkely
 All Afternoon cutting bramble blackberries off toterring brown fence
 Under a low branch with its rotten old apricots miscellaneous under the leaves
 Fixing the drip in the intricate gut machinery of a new toilet
 Found a good coffeepot in the vines by the porch,
 rolled by a big tire out of the scarlet bushes, hid my marijuana;
 wet the flowers, playing the sunlit water each to each
 Returning for godly extra drops for the stringbeans and daisies;
 three times walked round the grass and sighed absently:
 my reward, when the garden fed me its plums from the form of a small tree in the corner,
 an angel thoughtful of my stomach, and my dry lovelorn tongue.