Allen Ginsberg

The flower in the glass peanut bottle formerly in the kitchen crooked to take a place in the light, the closet door opened, because I used it before, it kindly stayed open waiting for me, its owner
I began to feel my misery in pallet on floor...

Reality is a question of realizing how real the world is already
Time is Eternity, ultimate and immovable; everyone's an angel
It's Heaven's mystery of changing perfection : absolute Eternity changes
Cars are always going down the s...

At gauzy dusk, thin haze like cigarette smoke ribbons past Chrysler Building's silver fins tapering delicately needletopped,
Empire State's taller antenna filmed milky lit amid blocks black and white apartmenting veil'd sky over Manhattan, of...

To Ezra
These are the names of the companies that have made money from this warnineteenhundredsixtyeight Annodomini fourthousand eighty
These are the Corporations who have profited by merchan- dising skinburning phosphorous or shells fra...

railroad yard in San Jose I wandered desolate in front of a tank factory and sat on a bench near the switchman's shack
A flower lay on the hay on the asphalt highway —the dread hay flower I thought—It had a brittle black stem and corolla of y...

That tree said    I don't like that white car under me,                    it smells
That other tree next to it said    O you're always complaining             you're a neurotic        you can see by the way you're bent over

The weight of the worldis love
Under the burdenof solitude,under the burdenof dissatisfactionthe weight,the weight we carryis love
Who can deny
In dreamsit touchesthe body,in thoughtconstructsa miracle,in imaginationanguishestill bo...

I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern Pacific locomotive to look at the sunset over the box house hills and cry
Jack Kerouac sat beside me on a busted rusty iron pole, companion, we th...

"Soyez muette pour moi,
Idole contemplative…"I came home and found a lion in my living
Rushed out on the fire escape screaming Lion
Lion

Is that the only way we can become like Indians, like Rhinoceri, like Quartz Crystals, like organic farmers, like what we imagine Adam & Eve to’ve been, caressing each other with trembling limbs before the Snake of Revolutionary Sex wrapped it...

For Carl Solomon
I
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,

White fog lifting & falling on mountain-brow Trees moving in rivers of wind The clouds arise as on a wave, gigantic eddy lifting mist above teeming ferns exquisitely swayed along a green crag glimpsed thru mullioned glass in valley raine— Bard...

What do I want in these rooms papered with visions of money
How much can I make by cutting my hair
If I put new heels on my shoes, bathe my body reeking of masturbation and sweat, layer upon layer of excrement dried in employment bureaus...

You'll bare your bones you'll grow you'll pray you'll only
When the light appears, boy, when the light
You'll sing & you'll love you'll praise blue heavens
When the light appears, boy, when the light

Aunt Rose—now—might I see you with your thin face and buck tooth smile and pain of rheumatism—and a long black heavy shoe for your bony left leg limping down the long hall in Newark on the running carpet past the black grand piano in the day room ...

Holy
Holy
Holy
Holy