[I love that in this original version of the poem, there was an address at the bottom, and it was Allen Ginsberg's personal postal address. I sometimes wonder if this post box still exists, or if they had to cancel it because the new owners keep getting mail from people touched by Ginsberg's poetry?]
"I will send a picture, too
if you will send me one of you."
Poet professor in autumn years
seeks helpmate companion protector friend
young lover w/ empty compassionate soul
exuberant spirit, straightforward handsome
athletic physique & boundless mind, courageous
warrior who may also like women & girls, no problem,
to share bed meditation apartment Lower East Side,
help inspire mankind conquer world anger & guilt,
empowered by Whitman Blake Rimbaud Ma Rainey & Vivaldi,
familiar respecting Art's primordial majesty, priapic carefree
playful harmless slave or master, mortally tender passing swift time,
photographer, musician, painter, poet, yuppie or scholar--
Find me here in New York alone with the Alone
going to lady psychiatrist who says Make time in your life
for someone you can call darling, honey, who holds you dear
can get excited & lay his head on your heart in peace.
Post Office Box 582 Stuyvesant Station New York 10009, N.Y.