All Poems

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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

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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.

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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

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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

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A Desolation

© Allen Ginsberg

Now mind is clear
as a cloudless sky.
Time then to make a
home in wilderness.

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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.

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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.

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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

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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

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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.

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Bush warbler

© Matsuo Basho

Bush warbler:
shits on the rice cakes
on the porch rail.

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Teeth sensitive to the sand

© Matsuo Basho

Teeth sensitive to the sand
in salad greens--
I'm getting old.

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Blowing stones

© Matsuo Basho

Blowing stones
along the road on Mount Asama,
the autumn wind.

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Staying at an inn

© Matsuo Basho

Staying at an inn
where prostitutes are also sleeping--
bush clover and the moon.

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The morning glory also

© Matsuo Basho

The morning glory also
turns out
not to be my friend.

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When the winter chrysanthemums go

© Matsuo Basho

When the winter chrysanthemums go,
there's nothing to write about
but radishes.

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Cold night: the wild duck

© Matsuo Basho

Cold night: the wild duck,
sick, falls from the sky
and sleeps awhile.

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This old village

© Matsuo Basho

This old village--
not a single house
without persimmon trees.

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Heat waves shimmering

© Matsuo Basho

Heat waves shimmering
one or two inches
above the dead grass.

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Fleas, lice

© Matsuo Basho

Fleas, lice,
a horse peeing
near my pillow.