Death & Fame (Allen Ginsberg Poems)
When I dieI don't care what happens to my bodythrow ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East Riverbury an ...
When I dieI don't care what happens to my bodythrow ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East Riverbury an ...
One was a bay cowhorse from Piedra & the other was a washed out palominoAnd both stood at the rail ...
1A smudge for the horizonthat, on a clear day, showsthe hard edge of hills andbuildings on the other coast.Anchored boats ...
Light, that out of the west looked back once moreThrough lids of cloud, has closed a sleepy eye;The heaven of ...
In purest song one plays the constant foolAs changes shimmer in the inner eye.I stare and stare into a deepening ...
There is no widening distance at the shore-The sea revolving slowly from the piers-But the one border of our take-off ...
The sense of your bidding is unclear:to pray, to curse, is it, to fightyou bid me, inscrutable genius?The spring slackens, ...
Wanting for their young limbs praise,Their thighs, hips, and saintly breasts,They grow from awkwardness to delight,Their mouths made perfect with ...
1Let us go where there are varied craftsAnd trades -- shashlik and chebureki,Where trousers on a sign give usThe idea ...
By day the bat is cousin to the mouse.He likes the attic of an aging house.His fingers make a hat ...
The sky hangs heavy tonightLike the hair of a Negro woman.The scars of the moon are curvedLike the wrinkles on ...
1There were trains that went in the tunnelsand never came out. The eyes of horsesfocused and trotted to their deaths.The ...
The saris go by me from the embassies. Cloth from the moon. Cloth from another planet. They look back at ...
And the old men, supervising grown grandsons, nephews, any man a boy given this chance of making a new sidewalk ...
An unwrapped icon, too potent to touch, she freed my breasts from the camp Empire dress. Now one of them's ...
Dear Condor: Much thanks for that telephonic support from North Carolina when I suddenly went ape in the Iowa tulips. ...
To grow old is to lose everything. Aging, everybody knows it. Even when we are young, we glimpse it sometimes, ...
When I die I don't care what happens to my body throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East ...
The air is dark, the night is sad, I lie sleepless and I groan. Nobody cares when a man goes ...
Where once they were brown his new-grown beard becoming gray, growing into his role elder leader, shepherd of a growing, ...
The familiar black of the board became whiter, over time, layer on layer of the chalk, making the pores fill ...
Technically it is an oxidation a patina of green over the pure metal beneath some would argue a mere fact ...
lonely as a dry and used orchard spread over the earth for use and surrender. shot down like an ex-pug ...
All that I owe the fellows of the grave And all the dead bequeathed from pale estates Lies in the ...
Nothing is given which is not taken. Little or nothing is taken which is not freely desired, freely, truly and ...
Where the sea forever dances Over lonely cliff and dune, Where sweet twilight's vapor glances In a warmer-glowing moon, Where ...
"First, do no harm," the Hippocratic Oath begins, but before she might enjoy such balm, the docs had to harm ...
"I've been where it hurts." the Kid He becomes Sierra Kid I passed Slimgullion, Morgan Mine, Camp Seco, and the ...
To believe is to know that every day is a new beginning. It is to trust that miracles happen, and ...
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