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 ...
White fog lifting & falling on mountain-brow Trees moving in rivers of wind ...
Aunt Rose-now-might I see you with your thin face and buck tooth smile and pain ...
To Frank O'HaraSometimes when my eyes are red I go up on top of the RCA Building ...
And the Communists have nothing to offer but fat cheeks and eyeglasses and lying policemen and the Capitalists proffer Napalm ...
I'm delighted by the velocity of money as it whistles through the windows of Lower East SideDelighted by skyscrapers rising ...
Reality is a question of realizing how real the world is already. Time is Eternity, ultimate and immovable; everyone's ...
Hey Father Death, I'm flying homeHey poor man, you're all aloneHey old daddy, I know where I'm goingFather Death, Don't ...
In nineteen hundred forty-nine China was won by Mao Tse-tung Chiang Kai-shek's army ran away They were waiting there in ...
Under silver wing San Francisco's towers sprouting thru thin gas clouds, Tamalpais black-breasted above Pacific azure Berkeley hills pine-covered below-- ...
Millions of babies watching the skies Bellies swollen, with big round eyes On Jessore Road--long bamboo huts Noplace to shit ...
Hey Father Death, I'm flying home Hey poor man, you're all alone Hey old daddy, I know where I'm going ...
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 ...
I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
America I've given you all and now I'm nothing. America two dollars and twentyseven cents January 17, 1956. I can't ...
What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whit- man, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with ...
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