Life, as it is called, is for most of us one long postponement.

All things left her, all But one. Her highborn courtliness Accompanied her to the end, Beyond the rapture and its eclipse, In a way like an angel's. Of Elvira The first thing that I saw - such years ago - Was her smile and also it was the last.

hemos llegado a convertirnos en uno en el momento del beso, y ahora somos como dos extraños,

and he imagines cars and rides them in his dreams,  so lonely growing up among the imaginary automobiles and dead souls of Tarrytown  to create out of his own imagination the beauty of his wild forebears - a mythology  he cannot inherit.

Written By Allen Ginsberg

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