Selected Poems, 1947–1995 Quotes

“...all movement stops and I walk in the timeless sadness of existence,
tenderness flowing thru the buildings,
my fingertips touching reality's face,
my own face streaked with tears in the mirror
of some window - at dusk -
where I have no desire -
for bonbons - or to own the dresses or Japanese
lampshades of intellection -”
― Allen Ginsberg, Selected Poems, 1947–1995