Allen Ginsberg Poems
- A Supermarket In California What thoughts I have of you ...
- Father Death Blues Hey Father Death, I'm flying home Hey ...
- Five A.M. Elan that lifts me above the clouds into pure ...
- Haiku (Never Published) Drinking my tea Without sugar- ...
- Cia Dope Calypso In nineteen hundred forty-nine China was ...
- An Eastern Ballad I speak of love that comes to mind: The ...
- Homework Homage to Kenneth Koch If I were doing my ...
Irwin Allen Ginsber was an American poet and one of the leading figures of the Beat Generation in the 1950s. He vigorously opposed militarism, materialism and sexual repression. Ginsberg is best known for his epic poem "Howl", in which he celebrated his fellow "angel-headed hipsters" and harshly denounced what he saw as the destructive forces of capitalism and conformity in the United States. This poem is one of the classic poems of the Beat Generation. The poem, which was dedicated to writer Carl Solomon, opens:
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by
madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at ... more »
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''who scribbled all night rocking and rolling over lofty incantations which in the yellow morning were stanzas of gibberish.''Allen Ginsberg (b. 1926), U.S. poet. Howl (l. 51). . . Allen Ginsberg: Collected Poems 1947-1980 (1984) Harper and Row.
''It isn't enough for your heart to break because everybody's heart is broken now.''Allen Ginsberg (b. 1926), U.S. poet. Indian Journals, entry for September 6, 1962 (1970). Written in Calcutta.
''My own experience is that a certain kind of genius among students is best brought out in bed.''Allen Ginsberg (b. 1926), U.S. poet. interview, Feb. 1981, Washington Post (July 29, 1984). With Nancy Bunge at Michigan State University.
''what can he do to escape that fatal Mama''Allen Ginsberg (b. 1926), U.S. poet. Kaddish (l. 128). . . Allen Ginsberg: Collected Poems 1947-1980 (1984) Harper and Row.
''Fortunately art is a community efforta small but select community living in a spiritualized world endeavoring to interpret the wars and the solitudes of the flesh.''Allen Ginsberg (b. 1926), U.S. poet. "Mexico and Return to U.S.," entry for July 11, 1954, Journals: Early Fifties Early Sixties, ed. Gordon Ball (197...
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 ...