I once sat under a large sycamore tree with the poet Allen Ginsberg and a small cluster of his students. He was thick around the middle with goofy glasses and bulging wet lips that reminded me of rolled up sandwich meat. Still, he held court with languid eminence, just as sure of himself in these final years of his life as he must have been when he spit HOWL into the face of a prudish world in 1957. The other time I encountered Ginsberg, he sat alone on stage at the Miami Boo

I have always loved elephants The gentle soulfulness Rough-hewn nobility They cannot hide Must be as they are in the world Lumbering Yet determined Many consider them good luck I see inspiration For they love to play Yet know sadness And fight for what they cherish Without hesitation Share this: Tweet Share on Tumblr Email #art #painting #studio #loyalty #poetry #stuartsheldon #elephants