America I've given you all, and now I'm nothing.

— Allen Ginsberg

America, the plum blossoms are falling.

— Allen Ginsberg

America this is quite serious

— Allen Ginsberg

America when will you be angelic? When will you take off your clothes?

— Allen Ginsberg

And he imagines car sand rides them in his dreams, so lonely growing up among the imaginary automobile sand dead souls of Tarrytownto create out of his own imagination the beauty of his wild forebears - a mythology he cannot inherit.

— Allen Ginsberg

Another lover hits the universe. The circle is broken. But with death comes rebirth. And like all lovers and sad people, I am a poet.

— Allen Ginsberg

Democracy! Bah! When I hear that I reach for my feather boa!

— Allen Ginsberg

Democracy! Bah! When I hear that word I reach for my feather boa!

— Allen Ginsberg

Every American wants MORE of the world and why not, you only live once. But the mistake made in America is persons accumulate more dead matter, machinery, possessions & rugs & fact information at the expense of what really counts as more: feeling, good feeling, sex feeling, tenderness feeling, mutual feeling. You own twice as much rug if you're twice as aware of the rug.

— Allen Ginsberg

Everybody's serious but me.

— Allen Ginsberg