This is from Sun #1 (1961). An interesting cover. Looks like a woodblock print.
Actually, that poem goes on for another TWO PAGES! I didn't post pics because, according to the database, it appears in Slouching Toward Nirvana. I'll post pics, though, if anyone wants.
While Chopin was in Austria, Poland and Russia faced off in the apparent beginnings of war. He returned to Warsaw to get his things in preparation of a more permanent move. While there, his friends gave him a silver goblet filled with Polish soil. He kept it always, as he was never able to return to his beloved Poland
[...] Chopin's last request was that the Polish soil in the silver goblet be sprinkled over his grave.
So the title Slouching Toward Nirvana: New Poems, is actually true. They are NEW Poems. Title should be: Slouching Toward Nirvana: New Poems by John Martin
I took all the posthumous books (except Betting on the Muse) off my shelf months ago and I don't miss them. I have no interest in reading watered-down (pissed on) Bukowski.I wouldn't miss them.
[...] burning [...] Tonight, after this wine, I will probably do it. [...]