Allen Ginsberg

 Leo Collected Poems 1947-1997 de Allen Ginsberg. La reseña dice:

This is the essential record of one of the most influential voices in twentieth century poetry.

 

Here, for the first time, is a volume that gathers the published verse of Allen Ginsberg in its entirety, a half century of brilliant work from one of America's great poets. Ginsberg changed the course of American poetry, liberating it from closed academic forms with the creation of open, vocal, spontaneous, and energetic postmodern verse in the tradition of Walt Whitman, Guillaume Apollinaire, Hart Crane, Ezra Pound, and William Carlos Williams. Ginsberg's classics led American (and international) poetry toward uncensored vernacular, explicit candor, the ecstatic, the rhapsodic, and the sincere—all leavened by an attractive and pervasive streak of common sense. Ginsberg's raw tones and attitudes of spiritual liberation also helped catalyze a psychological revolution that has become a permanent part of our cultural heritage, profoundly influencing not only poetry and popular song and speech, but also our view of the world.

 

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) was an American poet. He was inducted into the American Academy of Arts and Letters, was awarded the medal of Chevalier de l'Ordre des Arts et des Lettres by the French Minister of Culture, and won the National Book Award for The Fall of America.

 

 

 DO We Understand Each Other?

My love has come to ride me home

To our room and bed.

I had walked the wide sea path,

For my love would roam

In absence long and glad

All through our land of wrath.

…

Allen Ginsberg

 

Muchos de sus poemas rebasan mis alcances del entendimiento de su idioma original. No me desespero porque a la vez despiertan ese poeta gringo que vive dentro de mí.

Entonces yo escribo…

 

 

 DO We Love Each Other?

Love of hate

Love of love

There is love in every sight

In every moment

In every act.

 

I think I love you

But I know I don’t

 

I am still trying to save

This love of love

This love of hate.

 

 

 Why Should I…?

Why should I love you

If you don´t love back?

 

Love must be even

But yours is odd

 

I know you´ll never love me

The way I love you...

 

Still.

 

 

 Dark

The high is dark

There´s no moon tonight

The stars mock at me

For my loneliness.

 

I walk alone

On a path of sand

The waves of the sea

Understand

Why I am alone.

 

 

Money

Money has not made me smart-er

Money has not made me handsome-more

But it still fills my wallet and pride

To say I am smart-er

To say I am handsome-more

 

In this believe I live

In this fallacy I exist.

 

 

The Day I die

The day I die, My Dear

I want you far

You will not need my body

You will not need my soul

Any more close to you.

 

You will not need my voice

You will not need my touch

You will not need my smile

Any more, the day I die.

 

The day I die, My Dear

I want you far.

 

 

A Late Night Poem

I love the poem

Which comes at night

Just after I close my eyes

 

I love the poem

I read in my mind

 

A poem that will never

Come back.

 

 

Flush

As I dump part of myself

And I let it go with a flush.

I would like to dump

My past days.

The days I spent with you.

 

 

After All

After all

What else do you want me to say...

I have no word to say

In this little space

between you and me.

Not even a sound to utter

 

 

Not an Uhmmm

Not an Ahhh

 

I just have these open lips

Trying to say

 

Goodbye

 

 

Emptiness

The whole universe is empty

There are no stars

Is empty as empty it is

And only a few stones burn forever

In their flames.

 

 

Chiaroscuro

Chiaroscuro is my love for you

It is not bright, it is not dark

Is something in between

But it´s not even something in between

Because sometimes

Is kind of dark

Is kind of bright

 

Chiaroscuro is my love for you.

 

 

burning Love

A burning love

Does not let me write

A poem of love for you.

 

All I think is sex

Is passion

Is desire.

 

A burning love for you

Just makes me write

Dirty poems of lush.

 

 

I´ve Seen You before

I´ve seen you before

Just I don´t remember where

Maybe sitting in a Starbucks´s chair

Maybe passing in a subway store

Maybe reading a book to an orphan boy

Maybe dancing on a pole

 

I don´t remember well

But I´ve seen you before.

 

 

A Dream

I dreamed I was dreaming about you

Your naked body close to mine

So close to mine that we became one

A repeated interjection

Of you and I

 

But it was only a dream

A dream inside a dream

Of you and I

 

 

A Ten dollar Bill

I saw a ten-dollar bill

Being blown by a sudden wind

I tried to catch it

But it escaped away.

 

A young kid got it for free

It rested flat at the tip

Of his wasted running shoes.

 

 

It lighted his face

It made him smile

 

It did more to him

That it would never do...

To me.