Mugging (I) (Allen Ginsberg Poems)
I Tonite I walked out of my red apartment door on East tenth street's dusk- Walked out of my home ...
I Tonite I walked out of my red apartment door on East tenth street's dusk- Walked out of my home ...
In the dungeon crypts idly did I stray,Reckless of the lives wasting there away;"Draw the ponderous bars; open, Warder stern!"He ...
O WIFE, wife, wife! As if the sacred name Could weary one with saying! Once again Laying against my brow ...
Hope is the shadowy essence of a wish, A fond desire which floats before our eyes;With lurid aberration, feverish,-- We ...
They put him in jail for the thing he'd done, For that was the law they'd made; They turned the ...
'Every dog has his day.' Well, dear, do you remember, How you and I found a golden day In the ...
When I have baked white cakes And grated green almonds to spread on them; When I have picked the green ...
A flickering glimmer through a window-pane, A dim red glare through mud bespattered glass, Cleaving a path between blown walls ...
Forth upon the Gitche Gumee, On the shining Big-Sea-Water, With his fishing-line of cedar, Of the twisted bark of cedar, ...
By the shore of Gitche Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, At the doorway of his wigwam, In the pleasant Summer ...
Amber husk fluted with gold, fruit on the sand marked with a rich grain, treasure spilled near the shrub-pines to ...
THROUGH halls of vanished pleasure, And hold of vanished power, And crypt of faith forgotten, A came to Ludlow tower. ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
In the dungeon-crypts, idly did I stray, Reckless of the lives wasting there away; "Draw the ponderous bars! open, Warder ...
Hope was but a timid friend; She sat without the grated den, Watching how my fate would tend, Even as ...
Here the flame that was ash, shrine that was void, lost in the haunted wood, I have tended and loved, ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
(In memoriam C. T. W. Sometime trooper of the Royal Horse Guards obiit H.M. prison, Reading, Berkshire July 7, 1896) ...
Pellam the King, who held and lost with Lot In that first war, and had his realm restored But rendered ...
I. Where freezing wastes of dazzl'ing Snow O'er LEMAN'S Lake rose, tow'ring; The BARON GOLFRE'S Castle strong Was seen, the ...
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