Emily Dickinson’s “Howl!”

Wikimedia commonsMy generation’s brightest minds
Destroyed by madness fell
Hysterical, dragged through the streets
Of Harlem… or of Hell.

The angel-headed hipsters burned
Like starry dynamos —
And in cold water flats smoked up
Hallucinating woes.

They bared their brains to heaven and
They dreamed — but never me
No lightning in the weeping streets,
Split my Eternity.

8th February 2011