Allen Ginsberg

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

A Desolation - Poem by Allen Ginsberg

Now mind is clear
as a cloudless sky.
Time then to make a
home in wilderness.

What have I done but
wander with my eyes
in the trees? So I
will build: wife,
family, and seek
for neighbors.

Or I
perish of lonesomeness
or want of food or
lightning or the bear
(must tame the hart
and wear the bear) .

And maybe make an image
of my wandering, a little
image—shrine by the
roadside to signify
to traveler that I live
here in the wilderness
awake and at home.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 1, 2010

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 25, 2013


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