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 ...
Ye Thirty noble Nations Confederate in One!That keep your starry stations Around the Western Sun,—I have a glorious mission, And must obey the ...
O the drum! There is some Intonation in thy grum Monotony of utterance that strikes the spirit dumb, As we hear Through the clear And unclouded ...
The cursive crawl, the squared-off charactersthese by themselves delight, even withouta meaning, in a foreign language, inChinese, for instance, or ...
'Or How the Brigadier Got the Order of the Nile and the Servian White Eagle'"I write that he who reads ...
In dreams the same bad dream goes on. Like some gigantic German toy the house has been rebuilt upon its ...
I've had a whirl at games of chance From Bombay 'round to Cork,I've sensed the ways of high finance ...
Written from the Plymouth where portentous mistPasses its hands across the tattered theatres'Faces, hit houses hate to hate but must;Recumbent ...
I In the depths of the Greyhound Terminal sitting dumbly on a baggage truck looking at the sky waiting for ...
When I die I don't care what happens to my body throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East ...
Processes of the land, of the water, the air of plants, of animals, of man natural processes, those of man, ...
Tall mountains reaching to the sky Deep canyons, cut into the earth, gorges, valleys Huge blue whales, the enormity of ...
In the outskirts of the village On the river's winding shores Stand the Occidental plane-trees, Stand the ancient sycamores. One ...
POETS to come! orators, singers, musicians to come! Not to-day is to justify me, and answer what I am for; ...
O MATER! O fils! O brood continental! O flowers of the prairies! O space boundless! O hum of mighty products! ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
1 COME, my tan-faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready; Have you your pistols? have you your ...
You've heard of "Casey at The Bat," And "Casey's Tabble Dote"; But now it's time To write a rhyme Of ...
It was built of things that must not mix: paint, cream, and water, fire and dusty oil. You heard the ...
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