Haiku (Never Published) (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
Drinking my tea Without sugar- No difference. The sparrow shits upside down --ah! my brain & eggs Mayan head in ...
Drinking my tea Without sugar- No difference. The sparrow shits upside down --ah! my brain & eggs Mayan head in ...
THE husband's dire mishap, and silly maid, In ev'ry age, have proved the fable's aid; The fertile subject never will ...
What art thou, SPLEEN, which ev'ry thing dost ape? Thou Proteus to abus'd Mankind, Who never yet thy real Cause ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
Thou hast committed- Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. ...
Glassmakers, at century's end, compounded metallic lusters in reference to natural sheens (dragonfly and beetle wings, marbled light on kerosene) ...
Of this is Day composed A morning and a noon A Revelry unspeakable And then a gay unknown Whose Pomps ...
Of Brussels -- it was not -- Of Kidderminster? Nay -- The Winds did buy it of the Woods -- ...
Forever -- it composed of Nows -- 'Tis not a different time -- Except for Infiniteness -- And Latitude of ...
The last unicorn was never free to chose another ending, the plaintive melody entrained with sweet orchestral strains describing it ...
Our lives were founded on this rock, this Jessie of Gibraltar Whose unfailing love endured beyond her ample nursing, And ...
And so I had a glaring revelation, I couldn't find the poet in the man although I read his life ...
I thought of how a whale's white ribs could choke the sky's blue neck, massive vertebrae half-buried in sand, and ...
The young poet Evmenis complained one day to Theocritus: "I've been writing for two years now and I've composed only ...
Says Tom to Jack, 'tis very odd, These representatives of God, In color, way of life and evil, Should be ...
Lines composed while climbing the left ascent of Brockley Coomb, May 1795 With many a pause and oft reverted eye ...
(Composed at Clevedon, Somersetshire) My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is ...
All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair- The bees are stirring-birds are on the wing- And Winter slumbering ...
Baudelaire considers you his brother, and Fielding calls out to you every few paragraphs as if to make sure you ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
This harbour was made by art and force. And called Kingstown and afterwards Dun Laoghaire. And holds the sea behind ...
The Microbe is so very small You cannot make him out at all, But many sanguine people hope To see ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
I. All I believed is true! I am able yet All I want, to get By a method as strange ...
I That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers, And the blue eye Dear and dewy, And that infantine fresh air of hers! ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
I ask not that my bed of death From bands of greedy heirs be free; For these besiege the latest ...
He was the sort of man who wouldn't hurt a fly. Many flies are now alive while he is not. ...
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