Allen Ginsberg›Poezii

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

America I\'ve given you all and now I\'m nothing. America two dollars and twenty-seven cents January 17, 1956. I can\'t stand my own mind.

O dear sweet rosy unattainable desire ...how sad, no way to change the mad cultivated asphodel, the visible reality... and

Tail turned to red sunset on a juniper crown a lone magpie cawks. Mad at Oryoki in the shrine-room -- Thistles blossomed late afternoon. Put

I speak of love that comes to mind: The moon is faithful, although blind; She moves in thought she cannot speak. Perfect care has made

In nineteen hundred forty-nine China was won by Mao Tse-tung Chiang Kai Shek\'s army ran away They were waiting there in Thailand

Stand up against governments, against God. Stay irresponsible. Say only what we know & imagine. Absolutes are Coercion. Change is

Hey Father Death, I\'m flying home Hey poor man, you\'re all alone Hey old daddy, I know where I\'m going Father Death, Don\'t cry any

Last nite I dreamed of T.S. Eliot welcoming me to the land of dream Sofas couches fog in England Tea in his digs Chelsea rainbows curtains

Under silver wing San Francisco\'s towers sprouting thru thin gas clouds, Tamalpais black-breasted above Pacific azure Berkeley hills

When I die I don\'t care what happens to my body throw ashes in the air, scatter \'em in East River bury an urn in Elizabeth New Jersey,

America I\'ve given you all and now I\'m nothing. America two dollars and twentyseven cents January 17, 1956. I can\'t stand my own mind.