#19 – LAWRENCE FERLINGHETTI
So rent a museum
and see yourself in mirrors –
In every room an exposition
of a different phase in your life
with all your figures and faces
and pictures of all the people who
passed through you
and all the scenes
you passed through
all the landscapes of living
and longing and desiring
and spending and getting
and doing and dying
and sighing and laughing and crying
(what antic gesturing!)
And walking through the house of yourself
you climb again to all
the rooms of yourself
full of the other lives & selves
who passed through them
Rooms rooms rooms
piled up haphazard
in the architecture of time
And all the bodies clinging to each other
or rushing to windows
to break out of the room
which they boxed themselves into
All the people of your life
in one house in the night
all lights lit
like a cruise ship at sea
From the collection “A Far Rockaway of the Heart”
Lawrence Ferlinghetti
life or something like it 
This isn’t the entirety of the poem.
And you run up and down
knocking on all the doors
through which you hear
all the once-familiar voices
laughing or sobbing or singing
And you run to the roof
and look up to the mute night sky
And in the wheeling template of stars
see the faces the figures
of the lovely lovers who
had once made time stand still
now all fixed
in their constellated relations
motionless in time
So that
some day
as time bends around
to its beginning again
you find them all again
and yourself