Allen Ginsberg

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

Allen Ginsberg Poems

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

Comments about Allen Ginsberg

  • Neal Cassidy (3/2/2018 6:52:00 PM)

    Can someone possibly repair the spelling of Allen's surname in the first line? The g has been omitted.

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  • Nikolaus Legendre (12/16/2017 6:28:00 PM)

    Where is Howl? I specifically wanted that one

  • Cat De Garis (4/9/2015 6:01:00 AM)

    Confused as to why Howl isn't on here?

  • Douglas Scotney (6/3/2014 10:11:00 PM)

    can you call someone a visionary who wishes to restore the past?

  • Mcintyre (12/7/2013 11:07:00 AM)

    Where is Howl? I was hoping for a more enlightened web page.

  • Rick Flores (11/6/2013 8:59:00 PM)

    I agree that Ginsberg was an underwhelming poet, and I do not think that it has anything to do with not understanding poetry. I'm not going to pretend to see the Emperors New Clothes, or Ginsberg's Good Poetry, as it were. I, too, tried to like him because I am a big fan or some of his buddies; Kerouac, Burroughs, and Kesey (not sure how chummy he was with Kesey, but you get the idea) . I was disappointed to say the least. I admit to having kind of a preconceived notion about what his poetry might be like, according to the company he kept. You can definitely tell that he was friends with Burroughs from the bizarre and gritty gayness in his poems. Definitely reminds me of Burroughs' Naked Lunch. But that's where the similarities end.

  • Blaine Child (5/10/2013 4:40:00 PM)

    i love the irreverence

  • Kelly Childs (3/4/2013 10:40:00 PM)

    Why is Howl not part of his poems on this website, since it is actually his most famous poem?

  • Chris Lind (1/23/2013 7:57:00 PM)

    @Ray Davis You know? I think this a good point. I enjoyed Howl and for the better part of month or so I've been trying to like Ginsberg, I wanted to, but I honestly feel like its laughably adolescent gibberish. Too many times I finish one of his poems and think...ooooook...great. Whatever.

  • Sayeed Abubakar Sayeed Abubakar (5/21/2012 11:25:00 PM)

    He wrote a poem on our Liberation War 1971 standing on the street of my city Jessore. I feel proud of it.

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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Psalm Iv

Now I'll record my secret vision, impossible sight of the face of God:
It was no dream, I lay broad waking on a fabulous couch in Harlem
having masturbated for no love, and read half naked an open book of Blake
on my lap
Lo & behold! I was thoughtless and turned a page and gazed on the living
and heard a voice, it was Blake's, reciting in earthen measure:
the voice rose out of the page to my secret ear never heard before-
I lifted my eyes to the window, red walls of buildings

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