First Party At Ken Kesey’s With Hell’s Angels (Allen Ginsberg Poems)
Cool black night thru redwoods cars parked outside in shade behind the gate, stars dim above the ravine, a fire ...
Allen Ginsberg Poems (58 Poems)
Wild Orphan (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
Blandly mother takes him strolling by railroad and by river --he's the son of the absconded hot rod angel-- and ...
Hum Bom! (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
I Whom bomb? We bomb them! Whom bomb? We bomb them! Whom bomb? We bomb them! Whom bomb? We bomb ...
Cosmopolitan Greetings (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
To Struga Festival Golden Wreath Laureates & International Bards 1986 Stand up against governments, against God. Stay irresponsible. Say only ...
Sphincter (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
I hope my good old asshole holds out 60 years it's been mostly OK Tho in Bolivia a fissure operation ...
When The Light Appears (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
Lento You'll bare your bones you'll grow you'll pray you'll only know When the light appears, boy, when the light ...
Feb. 29, 1958 (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
Last nite I dreamed of T.S. Eliot welcoming me to the land of dream Sofas couches fog in England Tea ...
Footnote To Howl (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! The world is holy! The ...
September On Jessore Road (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
Millions of babies watching the skies Bellies swollen, with big round eyes On Jessore Road--long bamboo huts Noplace to shit ...
Making The Lion For All It’s Got — A Ballad (Allen Ginsberg Poems)
I came home and found a lion in my room... A ...
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 ...
A Desolation (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
Now mind is clear as a cloudless sky. Time then to make a home in wilderness. What have I done ...
Five A.M. (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
Elan that lifts me above the clouds into pure space, timeless, yea eternal Breath transmuted into words Transmuted back to ...
Father Death Blues (Don’t Grow Old, Part V) (Allen Ginsberg Poems)
Hey Father Death, I'm flying home Hey poor man, you're all alone Hey old daddy, I know where I'm going ...
In Back Of The Real (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
railroad yard in San Jose I wandered desolate in front of a tank factory and sat on a bench near ...
Please Master (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
Please master can I touch your cheeck please master can I kneel at your feet please master can I loosen ...
Death & Fame (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
When I die I don't care what happens to my body throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East ...
The Lion For Real (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
"Soyez muette pour moi, Idole contemplative..." I came home and found a lion in my living room Rushed out on ...
Refrain (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
The air is dark, the night is sad, I lie sleepless and I groan. Nobody cares when a man goes ...
Kissass (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
Kissass is the Part of Peace America will have to Kissass Mother Earth Whites have to Kissass Blacks, for Peace ...
Sunflower Sutra (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern ...
Song (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction the weight, the ...
Homework (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
Homage Kenneth Koch If I were doing my Laundry I'd wash my dirty Iran I'd throw in my United States, ...
An Eastern Ballad (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
I speak of love that comes to mind: The moon is faithful, although blind; She moves in thought she cannot ...
A Western Ballad (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
When I died, love, when I died my heart was broken in your care; I never suffered love so fair ...
Howl (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
America (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
America I've given you all and now I'm nothing. America two dollars and twentyseven cents January 17, 1956. I can't ...
A Supermarket In California (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whit- man, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with ...