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 ...
God knows who first thought upthat gloomy imageand spoke of the deadas living shadesstraying about amongst us.And yet those shades ...
WHERE shall we go for prophecy? Where shall we go for proof?The holiday street is crowded, pavement, window and roof;Band ...
They burned lime on the hill and dropped it downhere in an iron carOn a long cable; here the ships ...
Now the truce of night brings respite to the sordid care of day,And in listlessness I pace the river side,Where ...
I am eagle; don't be fooled by red silkheels that sound so much like clanking clayon hardwood floors where you ...
I stood beside a pool, from whence ascended,Mounting the cloudy platforms of the wind,A stately heron; its soaring I attended,Till ...
A patriot spake thus to an eager throng:"Give me the power and I shall right each wrong.And Fortune, smiling, on ...
When the summer gave us a longer day,And the leaves were thickest, I went away:Like an isle, through dark clouds, ...
My sister - Life's overflowing today,spring rain shattering itself like glass,but people with monocles still complain,and sting, politely, like snakes ...
My dear railway station, my treasure Of meetings and partings, my friend In times of hard trials and pleasure, Your ...
Here they come the clever ladiesin their detachable Peter Pan collarstheir fringes their sober meinhiding such anger suchsubtle vices dizzying ...
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
The nursery fire burns brightly, crackling in cheerful little explosions and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney. ...
That Whitsun, I was late getting away: Not till about One-twenty on the sunlit Saturday Did my three-quarters-empty train pull ...
I met my mates in the morning (and oh, but I am old!) Where roaring on the ledges the summer ...
They burned lime on the hill and dropped it down here in an iron car On a long cable; here ...
When I die I don't care what happens to my body throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East ...
Men with picked voices chant the names of cities in a huge gallery: promises that pull through descending stairways to ...
I Eddie Linden Dear Eddie we've not met Except upon the written page And at your age the wonder Is ...
Before those cruel twins whom at one birth Incestuous Change bore to her father Time, Error and Truth, had hunted ...
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