Allen Ginsberg Short Poems

Famous Short Allen Ginsberg Poems. Short poetry by famous poet Allen Ginsberg. A collection of the all-time best Allen Ginsberg short poems

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A Western Ballad  

 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.


When I died, love, when I died
I wearied in an endless maze
that men have walked for centuries,
as endless as the gate was wide
when I died, love, when I died.


When I died, love, when I died
there was a war in the upper air:
all that happens, happens there;
there was an angel by my side
when I died, love, when I died.

An Eastern Ballad  

 I speak of love that comes to mind:
The moon is faithful, although blind;
She moves in thought she cannot speak.

Perfect care has made her bleak.


I never dreamed the sea so deep,
The earth so dark; so long my sleep,
I have become another child.

I wake to see the world go wild.

A Desolation  

 Now mind is clear
as a cloudless sky.

Time then to make a
home in wilderness.


What have I done but
wander with my eyes
in the trees? So I 
will build: wife,
family, and seek
for neighbors.


 Or I
perish of lonesomeness
or want of food or
lightning or the bear
(must tame the hart
and wear the bear).


And maybe make an image
of my wandering, a little
image—shrine by the
roadside to signify
to traveler that I live
here in the wilderness
awake and at home.

Refrain  

 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.


Every shadow has a name;
When I think of mine I moan,
I hear rumors of such fame.

Not for pride, but only shame,
Shadow changes into bone.


When I blush I weep for joy,
And laughter drops from me like a stone:
The aging laughter of the boy
To see the ageless dead so coy.

Shadow changes into bone.

Those Two  

 That tree said
 I don't like that white car under me,
 it smells gasoline
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.



 July 6, 1981, 8 p.
m.

Kissass  

 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.

Fourth Floor Dawn Up All Night Writing Letters  

 Pigeons shake their wings on the copper church roof
out my window across the street, a bird perched on the cross
surveys the city's blue-grey clouds.
 Larry Rivers
'll come at 10 AM and take my picture.
 I'm taking
your picture, pigeons.
 I'm writing you down, Dawn.

I'm immortalizing your exhaust, Avenue A bus.

O Thought! Now you'll have to think the same thing forever!

 New York, June 7, 1980, 6:48 A.
M.