To Aunt Rose By Allen Ginsberg

To Aunt Rose Aunt Rose—now—might I see you with your thin face and buck tooth smile and pain of rheumatism—and a long …

Psalm Iv By Allen Ginsberg

Psalm Iv Now I’ll record my secret vision, impossible sight of the face of God: It was no dream, I lay broad …

Those Two By Allen Ginsberg

Those Two That tree said I don’t like that white car under me, it smells gasoline That other tree next to it …

Hum Bom By Allen Ginsberg

Hum Bom Whom bomb? We bomb’d them! Whom bomb? We bomb’d them! Whom bomb? We bomb’d them! Whom bomb? We bomb’d them! …

Song By Allen Ginsberg

Song The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction the weight, the weight …

An Asphodel By Allen Ginsberg

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

Homework By Allen Ginsberg

Homework Homage to Kenneth Koch If I were doing my Laundry I’d wash my dirty Iran I’d throw in my United States, …

Crossing Nation By Allen Ginsberg

Crossing Nation Under silver wing San Francisco’s towers sprouting thru thin gas clouds, Tamalpais black-breasted above Pacific azure Berkeley hills pine-covered below– …

Hospital Window By Allen Ginsberg

Hospital Window At gauzy dusk, thin haze like cigarette smoke ribbons past Chrysler Building’s silver fins tapering delicately needletopped, Empire State’s taller …

Paterson By Allen Ginsberg

Paterson What do I want in these rooms papered with visions of money? How much can I make by cutting my hair? …

Sphincter By Allen Ginsberg

Sphincter I hope my good old asshole holds out 60 years it’s been mostly OK Tho in Bolivia a fissure operation survived …

War Profit Litany By Allen Ginsberg

War Profit Litany To Ezra Pound These are the names of the companies that have made money from this war nineteenhundredsixtyeight Annodomini …

Five A.M. By Allen Ginsberg

Five A.M. Elan that lifts me above the clouds into pure space, timeless, yea eternal Breath transmuted into words Transmuted back to …

Wild Orphan By Allen Ginsberg

Wild Orphan Blandly mother takes him strolling by railroad and by river -he’s the son of the absconded hot rod angel- and …