What did Allen Ginsberg mean by: Poets are Damned… but See with the Eyes of Angels. - Allen Ginsberg Poet · USA Copy
+ Our heads are round so thought can change direction Feraz Zeid, October 3, 2023December 26, 2023, Allen Ginsberg, Learn, Rounds, Science, 0 - Allen Ginsberg Poet · USA
+ Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness. Feraz Zeid, June 1, 2023January 10, 2024, Allen Ginsberg, Beautiful, 0 - Allen Ginsberg Poet · USA
+ Tell your secrets. [In reply to the question “How does one become a prophet?”] Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Allen Ginsberg, Prophet, Secret, 0 - Allen Ginsberg Poet · USA
+ The soul is innocent and immortal, it should never die ungodly in an armed madhouse. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Allen Ginsberg, Depression, Mental illness, Soul, 0 - Allen Ginsberg Poet · USA
+ America, I’ve given you all and now I’m nothing. Feraz Zeid, August 19, 2023December 12, 2023, Allen Ginsberg, America, 0 - Allen Ginsberg Poet · USA
+ I had a moment of clarity, saw the feeling in the heart of things, walked out to the garden crying. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Allen Ginsberg, Feelings, Garden, Heart, 0 - Allen Ginsberg Poet · USA
+ First thoughts are the strongest. Feraz Zeid, June 13, 2023December 12, 2023, Allen Ginsberg, First, Strength, 0 - Allen Ginsberg Poet · USA
+ I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Allen Ginsberg, Insanity, Mind, Naked, 0 - Allen Ginsberg Poet · USA
O woman! thou wert fashioned to beguile: So have all sages said, all poets sung. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
I had tears coming out of my eyes. And it was the characters that got me there. - Jean M. Auel Author
Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
The glory of my name increases my shame. Less known by mortals, I could better escape their eyes. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
