Allen Ginsberg

(3 June 1926 – 5 April 1997 / Newark, New Jersey)

Allen Ginsberg Poems

1. The Blue Angel 6/12/2015
2. Wales Visitation 4/1/2010
3. Paterson 4/1/2010
4. To Aunt Rose 4/1/2010
5. Mugging (I) 4/1/2010
6. Psalm Iv 1/3/2003
7. My Sad Self 4/1/2010
8. Nagasaki Days 1/13/2003
9. Transcription Of Organ Music 1/3/2003
10. War Profit Litany 1/3/2003
11. Cezanne's Ports 4/1/2010
12. On The Conduct Of The World Seeking Beauty Against Government 1/3/2003
13. Plutonian Ode 1/3/2003
14. The Lion For Real 1/3/2003
15. In The Baggage Room At Greyhound 1/3/2003
16. Those Two 1/3/2003
17. Understand That This Is A Dream 1/3/2003
18. Kissass 7/19/2006
19. Wild Orphan 1/3/2003
20. A Desolation 4/1/2010
21. Velocity Of Money 1/3/2003
22. Sphincter 1/3/2003
23. Kral Majales (King Of May) 1/3/2003
24. Making The Lion For All It's Got -- A Ballad 1/3/2003
25. 136 Syllables At Rocky Mountain Dharma Center 1/3/2003
26. The Terms In Which I Think Of Reality 1/3/2003
27. Hum Bom! 1/3/2003
28. Feb. 29, 1958 1/13/2003
29. Crossing Nation 1/3/2003
30. Song 1/3/2003
31. In Back Of The Real 1/3/2003
32. September On Jessore Road 1/3/2003
33. Hospital Window 1/3/2003
34. An Asphodel 1/3/2003
35. Cosmopolitan Greetings 1/3/2003
36. Sunflower Sutra 1/3/2003
37. First Party At Ken Kesey's With Hell's Angels 1/13/2003
38. Kaddish, Part I 1/20/2003
39. Homework 1/3/2003
40. Cia Dope Calypso 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Allen Ginsberg

A Supermarket In California

What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked down the
streets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon.

In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit
supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!
What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles
full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes! --- and you,
Garcia Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons?
I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber, poking among the
meats in the ...

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Nagasaki Days

I -- A Pleasant Afternoon

for Michael Brownstein and Dick Gallup


One day 3 poets and 60 ears sat under a green-striped Chau-
tauqua tent in Aurora
listening to Black spirituals, tapping their feet, appreciating
words singing by in mountain winds

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