Allen Ginsberg

Walking Home At Night

Walking home at night reaching my own block I saw the Port Authority Building hovering over the old ghetto side of the street I tenement in company with obscure Bartlebys and Judes, cadaverous men, shrouded men, soft white eshed failures creeping in and out of rooms like myself. Remembering my attic, I reached my hands to my head and hissed, “Oh, God how horrible!”

New York, December 1951
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