调：Ab major•
Verse 1
Who be kind to?
Be kind to yourself, only one,
and perishable of many on the planet.
a soft finger
ing from nipple to pubis.
to kiss your armpit,
because unkindness comes
when the body explodes
Napalm, cancer, and the deathbed in Vietnam is
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a strange place to dream of trees leaning over
and angry American faces grinning with
sleepwalk terror over your last eye
Be kind to yourself
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and the mouse weeps in the cat hole
which is your present habitation
With Derek and radar tower
and flower in the ancient brook
Be kind to your neighbor
who weeps solid tears
on the television sofa
He has no other home
and hears nothing
disappears and he's left
alone for the night.
He disappears in bed.
Be kind to your disappearing
mother and father
gazing out the terrace window
Be kind to the politician
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weeping in the galleries of Whitehall, Kremlin, White House, Louvre, Phoenix City,
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aged, large -nosed, angry, nervously dialing the bold voice box
connected to electrodes
underground
converging through wires vaster
than a kitten's eye can see on
the mushroom -shaped fear lobe
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under the ear of the sleeping Dr. Einstein,
crawling with worms,
The hour has come.
Sick, dissatisfied, unloved,
the bulky foreheads of Captain, Premier,
President, Sir, Comrade, fear.
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who's remembering
and the prophecies of the crucified Adam,
son of all the porters
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Moscow moon
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and hide your bliss hairs under rain
The kindness received through strange
eyeglasses
on a bus through Kensington,
the finger touch of the Londoner on your thumb
Central Station
greets the bearded stranger of telephones,
as the Liverpool minstrels of Cavernsink
raise up their joyful voices
and guitars in electric Afric.
The saints come marching in.
Twist and shout and gates of Eden
and a white psalm echoes in Detroit
and re -echoes amplified from
Nottingham to Prague
for the next six decades.
Be kind to the Chinese psalm
in the red transistor in your breast.
Be kind to Monk Thelonious
in the five spot
who plays lone chord
and hearing himself
in this nightclub universe.
Be kind to the heroes
who have lost their names
in the newspaper
And hear only their own
supplication
for the peaceful kiss of sex
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for kindness
in the orchestra
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hundred years
to white -haired babes
and poets be fools of their own desire.
Oh, Anacreon and Angelic Shelley,
to Mars' next universe.
the only gods,
the only lords of kingdoms of feeling,
Christs of their own living ribs.
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fear, sneer, and smell cold logic
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of the dream bomb have come to Saigon,
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Johannesburg, Dominica City, Phnom Penh,
Ah, be kind to the universe of self
that opens its eyes and belly and breast
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that I am to thee a dream, a dream.
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orgy of all eyes happy,
orgy of tenderness beneath the neck,
hand, and cock.
Desire taken with mouth and ass.
Be kind to the poor soul
that cries in a crack of the pavement
because he has no body.
Prayers to the ghosts and demons,
the lacklustres of capitals and
congresses
the radio.
...statue destroyers and
tank captains,
unhappy murderers in Mekong
and Stanleyville.
For a new kind of man has
come to his bliss.
To end the Cold War,
he has borne against his own kind flesh
since the days of the snake."
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
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