The Essential Ginsberg (Penguin Modern Classics)

possessing every frozen delicacy, and never passing the cashier.

bickering with the echoes of the soul, rocking and rolling in the midnight solitude-bench dolmen-realms of love, dream of life a nightmare, bodies turned to stone as heavy as the moon,

Pater Omnipotens Aeterna Deus Father Omnipotent Aeterna Deus

and you, García Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons?

the lost America of love

I’m with you in Rockland where the faculties of the skull no longer admit the worms of the senses