…we’re all beautiful golden sunflowers inside, we’re all blessed by our own seed

Allen Ginsberg

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Unholy battered old thing you were, my sunflower O my soul, I loved you then!

Allen Ginsberg

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America, the plum blossoms are falling.

Allen Ginsberg

Mots clés america poem plum-blossoms

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It isn't enough for your heart to break because everybody's heart is broken now.

Allen Ginsberg

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Thank God I am not God! Thank God I am not God!

Allen Ginsberg

Mots clés god

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All these books are published in Heaven.

Allen Ginsberg

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Tell your secrets. [In reply to the question "How does one become a prophet?"]

Allen Ginsberg

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Scientist alone is true poet he gives us the moon

Allen Ginsberg

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I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber,poking among the meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boys.
I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops?
What price bananas?
Are you my Angel?

Allen Ginsberg

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Scientist alone is true poet.

Allen Ginsberg

Mots clés science poetry epistemology

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