Author: Allen Ginsberg

I In the depths of the Greyhound Terminal Sitting dumbly on a baggage truck looking at the sky waiting for […]

To Struga Festival Golden Wreath Laureates & International Bards 1986 Stand up against governments, against God. Stay irresponsible. Say only […]

Please master can I touch your cheeck Please master can I kneel at your feet Please master can I loosen […]

I came home and found a lion in my room… [First draft of “The Lion for Real” CP 174-175] A […]

I hope my good old asshole holds out 60 years it’s been mostly OK Tho in Bolivia a fissure operation […]

Tail turned to red sunset on a juniper crown a lone magpie cawks. Mad at Oryoki in the shrine-room Thistles […]

I A Pleasant Afternoon for Michael Brownstein and Dick Gallup One day 3 poets and 60 ears sat under a […]

Drinking my tea Without sugar- No difference. The sparrow shits upside down ah! my brain & eggs Mayan head in […]

In nineteen hundred forty-nine China was won by Mao Tse-tung Chiang Kai-shek’s army ran away They were waiting there in […]

The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, Under the burden of dissatisfaction the weight, The […]

Millions of babies watching the skies Bellies swollen, with big round eyes On Jessore Road long bamboo huts Noplace to […]

I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive […]

The flower in the glass peanut bottle formerly in the kitchen crooked to take a place in the light, The […]

I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern […]

Elan that lifts me above the clouds Into pure space, timeless, yea eternal Breath transmuted into words Transmuted back to […]

America I’ve given you all and now I’m nothing. America two dollars and twentyseven cents January 17, 1956. I can’t […]

To Ezra Pound These are the names of the companies that have made money from this war Nineteenhundredsixtyeight Annodomini fourthousand […]

Pigeons shake their wings on the copper church roof Out my window across the street, a bird perched on the […]

Under silver wing San Francisco’s towers sprouting thru thin gas clouds, Tamalpais black-breasted above Pacific azure Berkeley hills pine-covered below […]

What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whit – Man, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees […]