All Poems
/ page 1501 of 3210 /Feb. 29, 1958
© Allen Ginsberg
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
In Back Of The Real
© Allen Ginsberg
railroad yard in San Jose
I wandered desolate
in front of a tank factory
and sat on a bench
near the switchman's shack.
Father Death Blues (Don't Grow Old, Part V)
© Allen Ginsberg
Hey Father Death, I'm flying home
Hey poor man, you're all alone
Hey old daddy, I know where I'm going
Five A.M.
© Allen Ginsberg
Elan that lifts me above the clouds
into pure space, timeless, yea eternal
Breath transmuted into words
Transmuted back to breath
A Desolation
© Allen Ginsberg
Now mind is clear
as a cloudless sky.
Time then to make a
home in wilderness.
Kissass
© Allen Ginsberg
Kissass is the Part of Peace
America will have to Kissass Mother Earth
Whites have to Kissass Blacks, for Peace & Pleasure,
Only Pathway to Peace, Kissass.
Refrain
© Allen Ginsberg
The air is dark, the night is sad,
I lie sleepless and I groan.
Nobody cares when a man goes mad:
He is sorry, God is glad.
Shadow changes into bone.
Death & Fame
© Allen Ginsberg
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, B'nai Israel Cemetery
Please Master
© Allen Ginsberg
Please master can I touch your cheeck
please master can I kneel at your feet
please master can I loosen your blue pants
please master can I gaze at your golden haired belly
A Western Ballad
© Allen Ginsberg
When I died, love, when I died
my heart was broken in your care;
I never suffered love so fair
as now I suffer and abide
when I died, love, when I died.
Teeth sensitive to the sand
© Matsuo Basho
Teeth sensitive to the sand
in salad greens--
I'm getting old.
Staying at an inn
© Matsuo Basho
Staying at an inn
where prostitutes are also sleeping--
bush clover and the moon.
When the winter chrysanthemums go
© Matsuo Basho
When the winter chrysanthemums go,
there's nothing to write about
but radishes.
Cold night: the wild duck
© Matsuo Basho
Cold night: the wild duck,
sick, falls from the sky
and sleeps awhile.