This song has a very strange history for me. I heard it once, in 1968 I think, then it was stowed  at the back of my brain, filed under ...

Wild Orphan by Allen Ginsberg Blandly mother takes him strolling by railroad and by river --he's the son of the absconded hot...

Spring NOTHING is so beautiful as spring— When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; ...