Allen Ginsberg

136 Syllables at Rocky Mountain Dharma Center Tail turned to red sunset on a juniper crown a lone magpie cawks. A Desolaltion Now mind is clear America America I've given you all and now I'm nothing. An Asphodel O dear sweet rosy An Eastern Ballad I speak of love that comes to mind: A Supermarket in California What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked down the CIA Dope Calypso In nineteen hundred forty-nine Cosmopolitan Greetings Stand up against governments, against God. Crossing Nation Under silver wing Death & Fame When I die Father Death Blues Hey Father Death, I'm flying home Feb 29, 1958 Last nite I dreamed of T.S. Eliot First Party At Ken Kesey's With Hell's Angels Cool black night thru redwoods Five A.M. Elan that lifts me above the clouds Footnote to Howl Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Fourth Floor, Dawn, Up All Night Writing Letters Pigeons shake their wings on the copper church roof Haiku (Never Published) Drinking my tea Homework Homage to Kenneth Koch Hospital Window At gauzy dusk, thin haze like cigarette smoke Howl I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by Hum Bom! Whom bomb? In Back of the Real railroad yard in San Jose In the Baggage Room at Greyhound I Kraj Majales (King of May) And the Communists have nothing to offer but fat cheeks and eyeglasses and Making The Lion For All It's Got -- A Ballad I came home and found a lion in my room... Nagasaki Days I -- A Pleasant Afternoon Nagasaki Days (Everybody's Fantasy) I walked outside & the bomb'd On the Conduct of the World Seeking Beauty Against Government Is that the only way we can become like Indians, like Rhinoceri, Please Master Please master can I touch your cheek Plutonian Ode I Psalm IV Now I'll record my secret vision, impossible sight of the face of God: September on Jessore Road Millions of babies watching the skies Song The weight of the world Sphincter I hope my good old asshole holds out Sunflower Sutra I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern Pacific locomotive to look for the sunset over the box house hills and cry. The Lion For Real "Soyez muette pour moi, Idole contemplative..." The Terms in Which I Think of Reality Reality is a question Those Two That tree said Transcription of Organ Music The flower in the glass peanut bottle formerly in the Understand That This Is a Dream Real as a dream Velocity of Money I’m delighted by the velocity of money as it whistles through the windows War Profit Litany To Ezra Pound When the Light Appears You'll bare your bones you'll grow you'll pray you'll only know Wild Orphan Blandly mother