Allen Ginsberg

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

Allen Ginsberg Poems

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

Marlene Dietrich is singing a lament
for mechanical love.
She leans against a mortarboard tree
on a plateau by the seashore.

She's a life-sized toy,
the doll of eternity;
her hair is shaped like an abstract hat
made out of white steel.

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